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Nan Zhijun stood beside Murong Jue and watched him quietly lying on the collapsed bed. His long eyelashes trembled slightly like a pair of small butterflies.

Murong Jue slept soundly, and his breathing was steady. Nan Zhijun didn't know how to wake him up while looking at Murong Jue like this.

Nan Zhijun raised her hand, wanting to shake Murong Jue up, but she withdrew her hand hesitantly