Once the plague began, it spread rapidly. Even with doctors looking for the right medicine, there wasn't necessarily a way to stop it.
Mianmian and Su Ji were children, unaware of the true meaning of the plague, until it was explained to them by adults.
"Then, those people, won't they die very soon?"
Furrowing her little brows, Mianmian gazed at the sick people on the street and thought they were very pitiful.
She, too, had been a pitiful child for a while, after her parents and the villagers she knew died. In front of the bad guys, she had to pretend she liked them, crying only when she was alone and quietly.
Now... these people were about to die, did they have children? Would the children be as pitiful?
"Since it's an illness, can it be treated?" Mianmian looked up at her parents, "There are many medicinal herbs in the Palace, there should be some that can cure the plague, right?"
