Ming Xin sat on the hospital bed, and it took a long time after the other person left for her to touch her forehead.
Her forehead was covered in sweat.
She immediately lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, almost falling to her knees.
Rubbing her knees, she stumbled into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, closely examining the person in it.
Her features were delicate, her skin pale and sickly, with a subtle layer of worry on her eyebrows.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and the lifeless eyes instantly became vivid, a pair of bright, clear almond-shaped eyes, and the whole person suddenly became lively and spirited.
The young girl in the mirror tilted her chin up slightly, her gaze carrying a kind of contempt for all beings, as if she was a queen returning from a patrol.
The girl smiled confidently.
"Is this Ming Xin?"
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