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n‘ I trust you will not be so weak, Yue.’

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nIf you die, it will be so meaningless…

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nA light blue power flashed across his fingers. His light blue eyes were terrifyingly deep.

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n…

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nThe curtains were blown by the wind and the door was opened with a click.

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nThe shadow on the ground was that of a woman with a good figure.

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nThe woman arrived in front of the bed and raised her hand slightly. A faint green light had already appeared at her fingertips.

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nHer slender fingers touched Nian Yue forehead.

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nAfter an unknown period of time, the pale green light in the air disappeared.

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nThe woman seemed to sigh as she bent down to kiss her forehead.

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n“Yue Yue…”

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nThe room returned to silence as if nothing had happened.

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nThe man who was still on the phone in the corridor seemed to have sensed something.

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nHe walked over as he hung up.

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n– Inside the ward –

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nThe person who was lying on the bed had finally woken up.

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nHer eyes were clean.

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nNian Yue sat up on the bed and casually removed the drip from the back of her hand.

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nShe looked around and saw a breeze. Through the window, she could see the lush scenery outside.

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nWas this summer?

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nA hint of doubt flashed past Nian Yue’s eyes.

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nIt was winter in the capital.

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nShe wasn’t in the capital?

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nNian Yue rubbed her temples and moved the wound on the back of her hand. Only then did she realize that the back of her hand was filled with needle holes.

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nIt should have been used in a drip during her coma.

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nNian Yue stretched her muscles and realized that it was empty in front of her.

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nAt this moment, she realized that she was wearing a hospital gown.

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nShe was not wearing a bra.

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nNian Yue looked around and realized that this was only an ordinary ward. Other than the bed she was lying on and the bedside table, there was nothing else. There were no other clothes for her to change into.

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nNian Yue no longer dwelled on this matter. She got down from the bed, opened the door and walked out.

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nThe corridor was bright. A breeze blew, reducing the heat in the air.

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nFootsteps came from the end of the corridor.

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nA man in black had already walked over. When he saw her, a hint of surprise flashed past his eyes. “Are you still feeling unwell?”

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n“No.”

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nNian Yue shook her head. She was wearing a thin hospital gown. As she had slept for too long, her mind was still a little blurry.

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nShe looked a little adorable.

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nHe was used to her sloppy appearance and she looked too cute at this moment.

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nFu Xiuyuan walked over and grabbed her wrist.

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nHer wrist was white and one could vaguely make out green veins.

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n“Where is this?” Nian Yue let him hold her hand and asked with a raise of her eyebrows.

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n“The Lin family.”

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nFu Xiuyuan brought her back to the ward and took off his jacket for her. “You’ve been shot twice. Don’t catch a cold.”

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nHis coat was still warm.

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nNian Yue casually took it and draped it over herself. As it affected her wound, she frowned imperceptibly.

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n“Your body is too weak. Your wood-elemental power is temporarily useless.”

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nThis was also the reason why her wound had yet to recover.

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n“Two shots?” Nian Yue rubbed her temples.

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nThe scene before she fainted appeared in her mind.

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nLi Zhizi…

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nThe International Alliance…

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nShe was their target.

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n“Yes.” Fu Xiuyuan nodded and walked over to adjust her clothes. He took her hand. “There won’t be a second time.”

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nThis was his promise.

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nEspecially after learning that her supernatural powers were coveted by so many people.

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n“Your wood power needs some time to recover,” Fu Xiuyuan said. “Are you hungry?”

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nIt had been two days since she fell unconscious.

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nFu Xiuyuan didn’t care about all this. He took the porridge from the bed and wanted to feed her. “Open your mouth.”

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nNian Yue looked at him curiously and decided to rely on herself. “Thank you, I’ll do it myself.”

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nShe had hands and feet, so there was really no need to make things difficult for someone like Fu Xiuyuan.

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n“Your wound doesn’t hurt anymore?” Fu Xiuyuan glanced at her chest.

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nShe had been shot twice, and anesthesia was useless to her.

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nEven after taking the painkillers, it still hurt a lot when she moved.

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nHowever, she was used to tolerating pain. Other than not noticing when she got out of bed at the start, she did not notice that she had a wound and the pain made her frown.

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nOther times, she was like a normal person.

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nWhile Nian Yue was in a daze, Fu Xiuyuan had already passed the porridge to her.

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nIt seemed to have just cooled down. It was warm, neither too cold nor too hot, and it tasted just right.

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nNian Yue’s deep eyes took a few more glances at him.

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