Having no other choice, Qiao Zhen went to the bathroom and brought back some cold water. She then applied a cold towel to Mingli's forehead, repeating this process until dawn broke.
Mingli's complexion returned to normal, but her thick, short eyebrows were still tightly furrowed.
Qiao Zhen had a vague premonition, feeling that it was another trap set by the system.
Never mind.
Whether it's a trap or not, Qiao Zhen now has the strength to crush both the system and the main system. Instead of getting bogged down in these incomprehensible things, she might as well sit cross-legged under the moonlight and cultivate for a while.
No sooner said than done, Qiao Zhen actually spent the whole night basking in the moonlight by the window.
Around 5 a.m., she finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto the bed like a salted fish.
Ming Li... oh no, we should call him Ming Zhao now, or rather, he's the character Qiao Zhen has recovered all his memories from, so let's just call him Ming Li for now.
Mingli looked at Qiao Zhen sleeping peacefully beside him. He gently got up and put her bag and other things back in their original places, thus erasing any traces that she had been out.
When Qiao Zhen woke up, it was ten o'clock. She looked at the empty blanket next to her, immediately got up and went to the living room, where she saw Ming Li standing on a low stool, washing fruit by the sink.
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Qiao Zhen stepped forward and placed her palm on Ming Li's forehead. Finding that her temperature had returned to normal, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Mingli looked at her strangely and asked in a childish voice, "I don't feel unwell anywhere, Qiao Zhenzhen, what's wrong?"
Qiao Zhen... I have a bad feeling about this.
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