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... ge of the bed. Her golden hair clung to her forehead with sweat, her chest heaved with labored breaths, and her fair face was so pale it was almost translucent—even her lips had lost their color.

She braced herself against the edge of the bed with slender arms, attempting to stand, but her strength failed her once again and she collapsed back down, frowning deeply as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ah—!"

This was the seventh time Lux had tried to get up.

A ...

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