Xiao Qingyin took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his lips.

Then I gave him a pill.

"Although there is no specific medicine to make you better, taking medicine can still make you feel better."

Yi Shuihan nodded: "Yes, I feel much better."

Xiao Qingyin: "..."

She said irritably, "You're already feeling better before the medicine has even been digested and absorbed?"

Yi Shuihan replied, "Because I saw you."

Xiao Qingyin's nose suddenly stung with tears.

"If you really wanted me to make you suffer, why are you hiding today? Do you want me to collect your corpse after you've breathed your last?"

"I just," Yi Shuihan said weakly, "didn't want to make you look ugly."

Xiao Qingyin laughed in exasperation.

"You're really concerned about maintaining your image."

But after laughing, my heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, a dense, persistent pain.

If he hadn't accompanied her to Beian City, he wouldn't have encountered this plague, wouldn't have been infected, and wouldn't be lying weakly in bed, waiting for death to arrive.

He's so young, with such a bright future ahead of him, how could he be ruined here?

"It's all my fault."

She choked up as she spoke.

"I knew perfectly well that someone might have set a trap, but I still walked right into it, and now you've fallen for it too."

Yi Shuihan raised his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears, but then he put it down, remembering that he was covered in germs.

“How can you blame yourself?” he comforted her. “Life and death are predestined; I just happened to be there at that time.”

Xiao Qingyin shook her head.

"You weren't supposed to be here; I'm the one who dragged you into this."

She was too greedy. Even after being given the chance to be reborn, she was still not satisfied and wanted to travel back in time.

Instead of cherishing the people in front of you, you chase after a vague and uncertain future.

This calamity was less a trap set for her by others and more a punishment from heaven.