The young boy's body was frail and thin. After being pushed aside by Xie Xun, he was brutally thrown to the ground, landing awkwardly in the snow.
"He's still sick! Why did you push him?" Fengyu panicked, shoving Xie Xun away and rushing to help the boy up.
The boy propped himself up on the ground with his hands and retreated slightly. "Elder sister, I've caught the plague. Don't come near me."
After he spoke, he pressed his fist to his lips and coughed violently. Lying there in the snow, he looked sickly and forlorn, a picture of vulnerability that tugged at the heart. Fengyu's eyes instantly turned red.
"Xiaoqi..."
