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Xu Xing carefully medicated him. As she gently medicated him, she would look up from time to time to ask him whether he was hurting. Her sweet voice was like a lark, and Silver Cloud looked at her hair, his emotions fluctuating. She felt he was a tad irate.

There was a hint of gentleness and heartache as though that little wound on him would take her life. Silver Cloud secretly wondered how these were just flesh wounds to him that were like a mosquito bite.

However, she really minded.

When Silver Cloud broke into a smile, Xu Xing happened to look up. "Silver Cloud, you're smiling…" Xu Xing was full of surprise.

He was very lonely and cold. Having known him for so many years, the number of times she saw him smile, including cold smiles, could be counted with a finger. This was the first time she saw him smile so gently and innocently.