Everyone retreated, Mu Zixiao was silent, did not think about many miscellaneous things, but lay quietly on the bed, her fingers moved slightly, and the window was slowly opened with a spell without making a sound.

The cold air that soaked in from the window was not something to fear her, but the cold wind made her feverish mind a little clearer.

Look at the moon in the sky. The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on her, as if covering her with a thin veil.

Her thoughts

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