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Mu Weilan leaned against the stone bed with a sickly white face. He seemed to have just woken up. His hair was disheveled, and he looked delicate and frail.

He looked like a fragile glass flower.

"Sister Xue?"

The moment he saw Mu Weilan, his eyes lit up with joy!

"Don't get up, lie down."

Seeing that he was forcing himself to get up, Lin Xuemo quickly told him to lie down.

"Sister Xue