C1752 1756

The elders of the Eleventh Clan were talking to her about the illness of their disciples. In front of them was a table, on which were bottles and jars.

At first glance, they were colorful and pretty.

"Sister Xue!"

"You're awake? There's no need to rush over. Take a good rest."

Lin Xuemo felt helpless when she saw him panting as he ran over. Mu Weilan chuckled, "I'm already rested! Sister Xue