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After treating Meng Xinghe's wounds, Soong Xijiao felt exhausted.

After washing his hands in the copper basin, not long later, a layer of blood stained the exquisite water.

Soong Xijiao wiped her hands clean with a dry cloth and turned around to look at Meng Xinghe. He didn't know if he was in a deep sleep or unconscious, but he was breathing heavily. He might not wake up for a day and a night