Meng Liang stood opposite them. Compared to a few days ago, he looked more haggard now. However, his eyes were sharper. It looked like a pair of treasured swords.
"Is he affected with the plague?" Ming Shu asked Junjue as she touched her chin.
Junjue hid his injured arm behind his back. He nodded his head as though nothing had happened. "Yes."
Ming Shu clicked her tongue. "You said that the plague had something to do with him. How come he is affected too?" Not professional enough!
Junjue kept quiet for a moment. "I don't know."
Even if I do, I will not tell you.
Ming Shu asked again, "Are you okay?"
The hand behind Junjue's back was still hurting. He squeezed his hand. "I am okay."
She didn't seem to have seen it just now…
Ming Shu sized him up curiously. Junjue's face was calm and he looked right into Ming Shu's eyes as if he was really alright.
