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Seemingly feeling the conflict between her mind and her subconscious, Tan Yutong's face gradually turned pale. Mo Chongyan saw through the strangeness in Tan Yushi with a single glance.

"Yutang, are you alright?" Mo Chongyan's voice was anxious as he carried the sleeping Mo Jing in his arms. He could only reach out a hand and support Tan Yutong a little.

Tan Yutong looked at his anxious eyes