Who Will Be Responsible for This?

Chu Yan held Liu Sanniang's hand. "Wait a moment."

Chu Yan went to the kitchen, and Liu Sanniang sat in the courtyard and closed her eyes to sense.

Her face was pale, and her lips were drained of color.

Many people died of the plague.

Chu Yan made chicken soup, and Liu Sanniang drank it slowly.

The sky darkened. After drinking the chicken soup, Chu Yan carried Liu Sanniang into the room. "Rest first."

Hu Yu could not take her eyes off the lovey-dovey couple while Liu Yuanyuan was expressionless.

The sky gradually brightened outside, and the patrolling soldiers began to be afraid.

These days undoubtedly frightened them. Some people who were sick had twisted minds. When the soldiers knocked on the door, they spat at the soldiers. They were crazy and irrational, shouting, "If I can't live, no one can."