The person holding the umbrella in front of him trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse. Perhaps it was an illusion, because he didn't actually fall, nor did he show any intention of retreating. His complexion was just a few shades paler; if before he looked haggard, now he seemed withered. Fu Xuanliao tilted the umbrella further toward Shi Meng. His stiff lips opened and closed numbly: "Do you need to use the restroom? I'll take you." Shi Meng didn't go. The temperature difference between…

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