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Mai Xiaomai spent the whole day identifying and piecing together the remains, simply having no time—and no appetite—to eat anything. It was only when he mentioned it that she realized she was hungry.
"I want to drink some porridge."
"Shrimp porridge?"
"I don't want to eat meat today, just plain porridge with nothing added."
"Okay, I'll go make it for you right now, just wait a bit."
Qiao Chutian went downstairs.
Mai Xiaomai felt a bit tired so she decided to rest her head on the desk.
As a result, she fell asleep...
When Qiao Chutian finished cooking the plain porridge and came up, he saw her lying softly on the desk, her face turned to the side, her thick and slightly curled eyelashes fluttering like a wounded butterfly, stirring a sense of pity in him.
Her lips, slightly pale from her recent illness, were parted gently as she breathed softly.
Qiao Chutian stared at her lips, swallowed hard, and reached out a finger to lightly trace them...