He Ying knew his seizures were ugly to watch; when they first met, he always hid them from Sang Yan.
Now that she had seen him, and they had been married for so long, feeling their relationship was deep, he hadn't expected such a disgusted reaction from her.
He loved her, and her reaction hurt him even more.
"Ah Yan, I—"
His first reaction was heartbreak and dismay, but after a while, he remembered something—his strange disease didn't affect her. They had touched skin to skin so often, and it had never recurred. Even influenced by her, when touched by other women briefly, he didn't react. Like Doctor Luo, probably because he didn't see her as a woman and knew she was treating him, even if she tended to his wounds for a longer time, he didn't have a seizure.
What was happening now?
Why did he suddenly have a seizure?
And her attitude?
It was hurtful.
How could Sang Yan treat him like this? How could she look at him with that kind of look?
