Lift the Curse
Just as they approached, bursts of intense coughing broke the silence of the night, sounding extremely abrupt.
Long Chen frowned, quickening his pace even more.
Opening the tent, he saw a pale face devoid of any color of blood.
Seeing Long Chen arrive, Xi Zhicai suppressed his coughing and, after setting aside a scroll, greeted him with a hand gesture, "My lord, what's the matter?"
"Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night? Is there an emergency?"
Seeing Xi Zhicai's current condition, for some reason, Long Chen's eyes gradually became moist...
"Zhicai, have you caught a cold?"
Xi Zhicai waved his hand, "It's nothing, just a minor illness, nothing serious."
Now, deep into autumn, the weather was getting cooler.
Already cursed with innate vulnerabilities, Xi Zhicai's chances of getting sick increased by 50%, so it was no wonder he had caught a cold.