Su Chengyu didn't speak, but from his expression, it was clear that he was also in pain.
An Jing continued, "Her coming here signifies her feelings for you. If the plague can't be cured, she won't be able to leave the city either. You won't see her, yet she doesn't blame you at all, just silently guards your door—"
"I look like this," Su Chengyu finally spoke, even lifting the thin blanket off his body. Underneath, the skin that was exposed was covered in pustules. Some had burst open, oozing pus, sticky and utterly disgusting. "I find myself disgusting… Sister-in-law, I really don't want her to see me like this…"
An Jing was silent. If it were her, she wouldn't want her husband to see her in such a state either. And knowing him, he probably wouldn't want her to see him like this.
"She shouldn't have come…" Su Chengyu closed his eyes, his face twisted in agony, "You all shouldn't have come…"
