"...Heh. You too, huh?" Shen Qingqiu leans down to pick up the water jug, but...his balance goes a little funny for a moment there, and he decides to kneel on the ground beside it instead. Just for a few minutes, mind.

"This blight fucking sucks," Shen Qingqiu grumbles to the water jug. "It's clearly demonic or, or something. No way a normal disease would hit me this bad."