On a relatively quiet, secluded street, Zuiying walked up to the door of a commoner's home with a hard look on his face.
Just then, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Cough cough cough...
The moment he stepped inside, he heard the sound of violent coughing.
Zuiying hurriedly walked past the screen and towards the bed in the back.
He saw an incredibly weak man, laying in bed. He was tall, skinny, and a face similar to Zuiying's. However, he looked slightly paler.
Zuiying immediately walked over, sat by his bedside, and patted the man on the back. "Brother, I have come back to see you."
The man in the bed coughed a few times, then sat up to look at Zuiying after his breathing calmed down. He pulled a smile from his pale lips. "Little Ying, seeing that you're back safe makes me so incredibly happy. I'll get out of bed now and cook for you."
He got ready to get out of bed and do chores.
