"Nng, mm." An Ruoxue’s fingers twitched slightly, and she instinctively gripped Rong Che’s hand tighter.
Rong Che, who had been keeping watch by the bedside, noticed the movement. He called out in a low, anxious voice, "An Ruoxue, wake up. An Ruoxue, wake up." He murmured her name, his deep, starry eyes fixed intently on her as she lay in bed, filled with worry and tenderness.
"An Ruoxue."
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