The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

"What are you talking about? I am Sang Yan."

Qing Wu tried her best to feign calm, steadying him while changing the subject, "Look! You’re having an attack again!"

Red bumps spread rapidly from He Ying’s hands to his neck.

He Ying had endured too many attacks, but none were as severe as this one.

This attack was a sign from heaven.

The former Sang Yan never caused him to have an attack.

So, she wasn’t his Sang Yan.

Then where was his Sang Yan?

Where?

"Don’t lie to me! You are not her!"