"Shu Dong's voice was very soft, the cold-spring crispness of ordinary days completely gone, leaving only hoarseness.
She did not know what she was feeling inside, nor what the heavens actually meant—whether they wanted her to live or to die, or perhaps, to let her spend the rest of her life in such solitary, icy desolation.
"You have a fever, didn't you know? Thirty-nine point three degrees Celsius." Xu Qingzhou's gaze lingered on her pale face for a few seconds.
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