Immediately, Ning Wenxian sat by the bedside, wanting to grasp Su Chengyu's hand, but Su Chengyu, terrified, swiftly withdrew his hand into the quilt, preventing Ning Wenxian from holding it.
"Your Highness..." Ning Wenxian looked somewhat hurt.
Su Chengyu said, "Gong Juechen is finding a way to cure the epidemic, there might be a cure, my hand is cut and oozing pus, you'd better not touch it."
Ning Wenxian immediately shook her head, "Your Highness, Wenxian is not afraid."
"I am!" Su Chengyu exclaimed loudly. "I am afraid that before I die of the epidemic, you will have caught it and died!"
"Your Highness..."
"Be obedient."
"Yes, Your Highness." Involuntarily, Ning Wenxian smiled, her smile full of sweetness, as if they were talking of love and enjoying scenic views, completely oblivious to the terrifying city of epidemic around them.
