Weisheng was sitting under the pavilion, drinking the herbal tea Xiaoling had left for him before leaving for the shelter. Xiaoling walked up to him with a frown on her face.
"Sick people out in this cold weather?" Xiaoling snarked while sitting before him, "I leave the residence for a day and this happens?" She raised an eyebrow.
Weisheng set his cup down to laugh softly, "I mean," He shrugged, "Where does it say that sick people shouldn't leave their bed? I was getting more sick in bed anyway."
Xiaoling sighed and shook her head.
"By the way," Weisheng murmured, "Mengzhen came to see me earlier today."
Xiaoling clenched her hands together upon hearing him suddenly bringing up Mengzhen. She already knew where this was headed. She quickly started to think of excuses in her head. Any excuse could do.
"Mengzhen said that he found a temporary way to relieve my sickness," Weisheng said casually.
