The man got off the carriage first, followed by the woman helping Jiang Li down. Jiang Li's body was limp and weak, lacking any strength. Even walking seemed impossible without someone to support her, or else she would have fallen.
As the three of them entered the tavern, the patrons instinctively turned their gaze toward Jiang Li. The woman gently adjusted Jiang Li's veil, and then Jiang Li started coughing. With each cough, the veil lifted slightly, revealing a face covered with red blotches that was terrifying to behold. At once, everyone in the tavern shrank back, afraid of being contaminated by Jiang Li.
The woman then displayed an apologetic smile and said, "My younger sister has fallen ill, so sorry for the inconvenience."
"If you're sick, go sit inside; don't infect us," a guest at the neighboring table said rudely.
Jiang Li was led by the two to the farthest corner inside.
