"She's OK," said moxilin lightly. "She's always in good health. It's OK to have a fever occasionally. Butong, you don't have to worry."

Butong always thought that muxilin was a little strange like Tang poetry, but he couldn't say what was different. He always felt that they had something in mind.

Butong subconsciously looks at Li Jingchen, who happens to look at her, giving her a reassuring look.

Butong bent his lips, and the two men tacitly did not continue to ask moxilin about other things.

...

Tang poetry started later than Butong. It was almost 4:30 at a glance. She quickly cleaned up, opened the door to go to...