"S-sorry," Ju Xian squeaked and fell silent, not daring to ask any further even though there were many things he wanted to know.
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"This is a dress from Fu Xie Lan. If you feel better, change your clothes." Xue Ning who was still lying with her eyelids closed heard Wan Lie's voice so close to her.
"Dress? For me?" There was no response from him again.
Xue Ning tried to open her eyes, but her vision was blurry and slightly dim.
'What happened to me?' she thought closing her eyes again, she also felt a bitter sensation at the base of her throat.
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Fu Xie Lan walked closer to Qian Cheng's house, with such agile movements she managed to enter the house without anyone noticing.