In Jin Zhi's memory, Jin Weige was plump, rosy-cheeked, and full of vitality.
Yet the person before him now had lost a tremendous amount of weight. Her complexion was sallow, dark circles bruised the skin beneath her eyes, and her lips were entirely devoid of color. She looked terminally ill and utterly frail.
"The imperial physicians say this is a sickness of the heart," Jin Weige murmured, lowering her head with a listless expression.
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