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Jiang Zuo, who had originally thought it was his roommate, suddenly stopped after seeing Xue Yaoyao standing outside the door.

From the way he looked, Xue Yaoyao didn't have to test his temperature to know that he was still running a fever. Hence, there was not so much hypocrisy. She dragged him to the bedside. "Lie down and take your temperature, if it is too high, return to the infirmary and if it isn't high, take the medicine. I'll get you some water."

Jiang Zuo felt giddy from her tug. So when she let go, he lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist.

It had been too long. It really had been too long, since she took the initiative to touch him. Instead of hiding every time he saw her.

Such a moment was too long ago.

Jiang Zuo glanced over towards the busy figure. His thin lips were still pale, and he really didn't have much strength to speak.