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Mo Jue pestered Ye Wei for much of the night. Ye Wei, who was not asleep and whose injured leg was unbearable, allowed him to pester her. The two of them bickered into the later part of the night until she was slightly tired. Mo Jue instead lowered his voice and gently patted her back until she fell asleep.

Whether Ye Wei said she loved him or not did not really matter to him, and she was right about how everybody knew very well about many things that needed not be openly clarified. As long as he knew her intention, everything was good. Ye Wei was not used to saying such things, and even if she did say it, he would not say it.

Ye Wei's leg was aching so badly she did not sleep well despite falling into a slumber. Mo Jue stroked her thigh which was still warm and a little swollen. Her pale skin had a few hints of bruises on it.

It must have really hurt.