Gazing at her younger brother's retreating figure, Gai Yu's heart twisted with pain.
Her hands hanging by her side slowly clenched as Gai Yu bit her teeth in determination.
Xiaohan, don't worry, your sister will definitely help you get everything you want!
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Inside the sickroom.
Waking up from his sleep, Mu Tianye opened his eyes not to find Ning Xiaofei's face in his embrace but rather a blanket wrapped into a cylindrical shape.
Where is she?
He quickly glanced around, the room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the emergency lights.
Outside the door, there was a low sound, seemingly the sound of a piano.
Sliding out from under the covers, Mu Tianye cautiously walked to the partition door and gently opened it. The desk lamp in the outer part of the sickroom was on, and there sat Ning Xiaofei, close to the balcony on a small chair, cradling a wooden guitar and practicing intently.
