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Ruo Xi was lying on the bed. She was too sad and weak. She didn't even have the strength to go out.

Jing Xuan prepared the soup and personally served it to her.

The bitter juice was hard to swallow, but these days the bitterness had numbed the taste buds, and she would pay any price to keep her child.

With a sigh, she took the bowl of black soup and gulped it down