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... unrestrained.

After regaining her senses, Yan Xi said, “Just now, Doctor Zhou told me that the nerves in your leg are showing signs of recovery. As long as we persist, we’ll definitely get a good outcome.”

Gu Shen was absent-minded because he was too focused on toying with Yan Xi’s fingers.

“Be serious.”

“I’m being serious.” Gu Shen looked at Yan Xi with a firm gaze.

“You’ll get better.” Yan Xi leaned into Gu Shen’s arms and said seriously.

Gu Shen ...

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