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47. Chapter 47 Insomnia (4)

Xi'er thought over and over again, she really slept all day yesterday, and nothing happened worth her attention. So, she shook her head at her father, "Maybe she slept too much in the college yesterday, so she wasn't sleepy at night."

." She told the reason again, but God knows, she didn't even believe it herself.

With her sleeping skills, let alone sleeping for a whole day during the day, even if she slept for three days and three nights in a row, this situation would probably not happen.

However, other than that, she really couldn't think of any other reason.

"Really, then, have a good rest now, and remember not to sleep again in the afternoon." Mei Ziqing looked at her daughter with a smile, covered her with a thin quilt, told Jing Niang to take good care of her, and left with her wife.

Xi'er really wanted to have a good night's sleep. However, she didn't know if she slept too much before, but she couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Jing Niang sat sewing under the window outside the tent, listening to the sounds inside, and got up worriedly, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Jing Niang, I'm fine." Xi'er lay on the bed with her eyes wide open, but she didn't dare to move anymore.

She carefully recalled in her mind what she was thinking about last night. She remembered that she had thought about the birthday that her father had mentioned, and the matter of the overt and covert guard.

When she walked to her own yard, she left everything behind.

Later, she really stopped thinking about anything important. The thoughts were just random thoughts, not enough to make her think about it, not enough to make her get interested...

But here's the problem. Since she didn't think about anything and couldn't think too much, why couldn't she fall asleep?

She was very sure that there was nothing wrong with her body. No matter whether she looked at it from the perspective of Western medicine or Chinese medicine, there was absolutely no problem.

"Jing Niang." Xi'er suddenly said.

"Miss, Jingniang is here." Jingniang responded.

"Jing Niang, can you sing?"

"Song?"

"Well, it's that kind of minor tune, the kind of song that sounds soft and easy to sleep." With a kind of memory, it was the only lullaby Xi'er heard in her previous life. She forgot how old she was.

, all I know is that her appendix suddenly became inflamed. She was in the emergency room of the hospital, she had just been pushed out of the operating room, and she was still unconscious. She heard it vaguely.


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