"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!"
He should have realized it sooner!
Why had he delayed until now?
He Ying couldn't forgive his own dullness.
Had he noticed the differences between them sooner, might he have found Sang Yan already?
The more he thought about it, the more it pained him.
He yelled furiously, and due to excessive movement, the wound on his chest split open—blood quickly soaked his clothes.
"Emperor! Calm down, Emperor!"