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Spring was on the verge of arriving, but it was still a time of unpredictable cold snaps, with over a week of cooling weather to go.
Magong Tong unexpectedly broke out in a cold sweat. On one hand, it could be attributed to her weak constitution, and on the other, to the curse afflicting her.
From previous instances, it appeared that the curse on Magong Tong merely suppressed her luck and dragged down the fortune of those close to her.
But now, the curse seemed to begin targeting her vital signs.
Her face turned pale, cold sweat appeared out of nowhere, and her voice seemed to lack energy.
"Bei, Beichuan..."
Magong Tong felt uneasy under Beichuan Si's gaze, her face flushed slightly as she spoke quietly.
"Magong, do you have some time in the next couple of days? I'd like to talk to you privately about something," Beichuan Si softened his tone, aware that his earlier intense stare might have been inappropriate.
