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He walked stiffly to the sofa, gently touching Yuhao's cheek. It was warm, his complexion was rosy, and his breathing was even and smooth. Clearly, he was just asleep. Yiming felt a bit relieved, though his heart was still in his throat. He reached out to check Kelly's breathing; like Yuhao, she was also in a deep sleep.

"Yuhao, sweetheart... wake up... Yuhao, come on, wake up..