C90 Tiny Fur

Zhang Liang's face was sallow, and he was lying on the bed like a dead body. His eyes were dull and lifeless, as if he had completely become a salted fish that had lost his dream and had been added with too much salt.

"Mm... it's time."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang weakly took out the thermometer he was holding and handed it to Lin Bahn beside him.

"Don't worry, let me take a look