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The temperature gradually dropped, and the scent of early autumn grew increasingly intense.
Qiao An's body also started showing signs of trouble.
That morning, from the moment she woke up, Qiao An felt that something was off.
She struggled to sit up, holding her forehead with one hand, when she suddenly felt a warm stream flowing out of her nose.
She raised her hand to wipe it and saw her palm covered in blood.
She froze.
The blood dripped onto the blanket, blooming into little scarlet flowers with each drop.
Her whole body turned rigid as she stared at the blood on her hands in disbelief, unable to look away.
She didn't know how much time had passed when Xia Lin knocked on the door to call her for breakfast.
After receiving no response for a long time, Xia Lin remembered Mu Jingxi's instructions. His heart sank abruptly, and he quickly pushed open the bedroom door, "Miss Qiao, are you alright?"
