"A-choo..."
In the post station near Kaifeng, Ethan Zhan, who had traveled a long distance from the border to Kaifeng, sneezed three times in a row as soon as he sat down. Oliver Bai put down his knife and sat beside him, reaching out to touch his forehead and frowning, "You are sick."
Bai Yuting's words were not a question nor a sign of surprise, but a firm statement to Ethan Zhan - he was sick!
Bai Yuting waved to the waiter and asked for a pot of hot tea. He looked at Ethan Zhan's slightly red face and thought, "This cat was born in Jiangnan. It got sick when it was frozen."
Speaking of how Ethan Zhan fell ill, that happened a few days ago.
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