"No, Miss. You just woke up and can't go out. You'd better take a good rest!"
"Can't I? Well, I'll walk in the house!"
Xiaojiao had no choice but to hold the autumn fruit that insisted on getting out of bed.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Qiu Guo Guo felt as if she was stepping on cotton. She barely walked to the chair, gasped, and had to sit down to rest.
She carefully looked at herself in the bronze mirror next to her.
In the mirror, her hair was in a mess, her face was pale, her lips were cracked and bloodless, and her eyes were dull.
"Who am I? Why can't I remember?"
After looking at it carefully for a while, Qiu Guo Guo turned her head and asked Little Jiao.
"Xiaojiao, do I look particularly ugly?"
Little Jiao shook her head and chuckled.
"Don't laugh, Miss. You are
