Ye Zi'an, upon hearing her words, embraced her with his arm and soon both of them fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, however, Yang Chuxia opened her eyes and traced the outline of the other person's face bit by bit in the darkness.
Suddenly, she remembered the fleeting thought she had on the day she left the Capital City, when she was on the carriage, wondering what she would do without Brother An—that was, in fact, a premonition.
No, she couldn't just resign herself to fate, she couldn't just watch him waste away and finally die.
There must be a way to solve this, everything in the world has its antidote, and for every being that emerges, there must be another that opposes it; diseases are the same.
She would offer a large reward to attract physicians; she refused to believe that in this vast world, there wasn't one who could find a cure.
