Friends Are Sick and Need to Be Cured

In front of a dilapidated hall, a young man in green clothes sat Zhang Xiaomaza, shaking a cattail leaf fan with three holes in his hand. He looked at the noble white-clothed Imperial Master in front of him and said with a smile: "Friend, do you want to treat me?" The man shook his head slightly helplessly: "I'm afraid you can't cure my disease." After several lifetimes, he and she were destined to be together. He had failed her too much, and he couldn't lose her this time no matter what. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.