She sat up, but felt somewhat dizzy. She pressed her temples and then sniffled to clear her blocked nose.
It seemed she was sick?
Just as she thought this, she began to cough.
Before returning home, the continuous travel by boat and carriage, the tension in her mind, the deep sorrow, and then... then getting soaked in the rain all night when burying 'Shujun,' followed by spending the entire cold night outside with Liang Zhi Chen.
Turned out she wasn't made of iron after all.
She covered her mouth as she coughed, her throat was dry, and there was a burning sensation in her lungs; each cough sent a sharp pain through her chest.
Liang Haoming felt a bit helpless, he clenched his fists, suddenly grabbed the blanket to wrap around her, and then picked her up and hurried outside.
"What's happening?"
