——Mu Hanmo?
Such a name, rich with the fragrance of books, simply didn't seem to match the image of the boy on the bed, struggling to breathe.
However, upon closer observation, He Qing discovered that although much of his vitality had been drained, he was, after all, a strong and vigorous young man. His physical foundation wouldn't collapse so easily, and he should be able to carry on with normal life for the time being.
But that was limited to "the time being."
If he continued to endure for another day or two, he would probably not even have a bone left.
The light orb gently floated up to the pillow, carefully circling around Mu Hanmo's body in mid-air.
He Qing wrinkled her nose in the dormitory room: What a foul odor! It was definitely the smell of something dirty from the water that had clung to Mu Hanmo.
But...
