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Just as Yu Qian had said, the next morning, Xia Wanyuan had just woken up when there was a knock on the door.

Xia Wanyuan had not slept well last night and had been woken up by nightmares. Now that she woke up, her head hurt a little. She lay on the bed in a daze for a moment, but Yu Qian had already pushed open the door and walked in.

Yu Qian was wearing a white shirt and had a clear expression on his face. His gaze shone in from the door with him. At first glance, no one would think that such a person's hands were actually stained with so much blood.

Yu Qian looked at Xia Wanyuan coldly. "You slept quite well."

Xia Wanyuan frowned slightly. She had always been on guard against this place, so she slept in her clothes at night. There was nothing exposed now, but Xia Wanyuan still felt very uncomfortable with Yu Qian's existence. "Don't you know how to knock?"