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This must be a dream, right?

He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Ever since he fell ill, every day he awoke feeling like a thousand-pound boulder pressed on his chest, he was stifled, in unbearable pain, he coughed until his heart felt torn, unable to breathe... Often, he didn't want to wake up because only in his dreams could he find a haven of peace.

Just like now, he could breathe freely.

"Situ! You're awake!" A surprised voice suddenly rang out from beside him.

The man turned to the source of the voice, stunned, "Sister Fan?"

"It's good you're awake, it's so good," Chen Fan said, crying with joy.

The man hadn't been this lucid in a long time.

"Isn't this a dream?" His voice was hoarse, probably because he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Uncle," Qiao Sifan approached and said to the man, "You're not dreaming. My Fairy sister woke you up."

Not dreaming?

The man turned his eyes towards Mu Qingli's direction.