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Chiang Zixi only calmed down when the sun rose and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Baichuan's cold hand pressed on Chiang Zixi's head and wiped off the cold sweat on her head.

Seeing Chiang Zixi so weak, the violent anger in Zhao Baichuan's heart gushed out.

Even in the mountains, Chiang Zixi had been blind and mute before, even half of her body was paralyzed