Afraid of disturbing Tan Jingyun's rest, Xu Sirou extinguished the lights in the ward.

It was pitch black in the room, except for a window on the high wall that let in some moonlight. The jackdaw stood on the top of the tall branches, wailing long and short, and the wind whistling past his ears, making a "clattering" sound as he rolled up the dead leaves.

Tan Jingyun's long breath was sandwiched in it, and his voice was heavy as a call.

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