In the evening, Mirror Moon Palace, Yayuan.

In the room, two girls are sitting together chatting.

Minghui watched the thinning peach around her, and her eyes flashed a trace of intolerance.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

Peach's dying face, somewhat pale, resembles the symptoms of anemia.

So many days, those guys in the alchemy came to take blood from her several times every other day or two. Although the blood volume was different each time, they could not stand it for a long time.

However, Tao Yongyou smiled indifferently.'It's okay. Now it's not popular to be slim, right? As long as we don't lose weight where we shouldn't.

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