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"Yuehua, what's wrong?"

Dia Yunmo reached out his trembling hands and touched Murong Yuehua's face, but Murong Yuehua remained expressionless. Even her eyes remained unmoved.

She took off the red grass in her mouth. Her face was still the same, flawless, like ice and snow. However, because of her pouting red lips, it added a bit of charm to it.

"Yuehua, I'm your husband