Yan Qing spent the night on the rooftop and successfully caught a cold.
Dizzy, incessant sneezing, his nose was like a leaking funnel, he felt a chill throughout his body, and he'd gone through one handkerchief after another. Having amassed a pile of used hankies and running out of them, he resorted to using straw paper, wiping his nose red.
When Cheng Chu arrived, Yan Qing was sitting up in bed, wrapped in a quilt, drinking medicine with a face full of disgust, his brows twisted into knots — he looked like he'd throw the medicine bowl out the window if he could.
Cheng Chu was startled, "Brother Yan, you... what happened to you?"
Had he been tortured by Ling Hua?
Yan Qing, having halted his medicine intake halfway, looked up at him. Seeing his shocked expression, he hummed, "Just caught a cold, what wild thoughts are you having?"
Cheng Chu let out a breath of relief. Oh, it was just a cold. He'd been scared to death, thinking Yan Qing was being tormented by Ling Hua!
