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Hua Zhuo went to that study where the light was still on. Su Zizhan leaned against the couch where Hua Yan had lain earlier, deeply engrossed in his reading.
As Hua Zhuo pushed open the door, not too forcefully but not too gently either, it was only when she approached Su Zizhan that he realized someone had come in. He looked up, saw it was Hua Zhuo, and asked, "Has she woken up?"
"She has!" Hua Zhuo nodded. "Just now! She asked about you and told you to take good care of yourself, not to fall ill again."
Su Zizhan inquired, "How is she?"
Hua Zhuo sighed, "As long as she does not suffer another hysterical attack, she is just as she is every time she wakes up: exhausted and weak. However, there is no serious problem for the time being. Rest assured."
Su Zizhan nodded.
Hua Zhuo looked at the book in his hand, "What book are you holding?"
Su Zizhan handed over the book, "The Discourse on State and Grain written by Emperor Huaiyu when he was thirteen."
