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Zhao Tian's gaze lingered on Ji Shuang and his mind is still sluggish from the toll his body had endured.

He saw the weariness on her face and the slight redness in her eyes.

His fingers twitched slightly, and with effort, he tried to move.

The pain that flared through his body is dull.. but it is still there.

He could feel the deep scars that ran across his chest, the remnants of his body being pushed far beyond its limits.

Slowly, he adjusted himself, shifting his weight against the pillows.

Ji Shuang immediately noticed and her hand tightened slightly around his hand in concern.

"Tian, don't push yourself..."

Still, he forced himself upright and groaned softly as he pressed his palms against the bed.

Ji Shuang moved closer, carefully supporting him as he sat up fully.

His breathing was uneven, and for a moment, the world spun around him, forcing him to close his eyes and steady himself.