After leaving, Shawn covered his mouth and let out a cough gently. Only when he reached the restroom and closed the door did he dare to let loose.

He could not stop.

Shawn turned on the tap, letting the sound of water mask the sound of his coughs. He covered his mouth with one hand, and the other was propped on the sink, as he supported his body weight.

After a while, Shawn stared at his hand. There was a red smear on his palm. Shawn's brow furrowed deeply. How could there be blood? Was he coughing up blood? Immediately, alarm bells rang in Shawn's mind!

Shawn had been coughing on and off. He got better sometimes, and it got worse sometimes. There was not a clear pattern. However, it was weird that his coughing had escalated to this point, where there was blood.

Shawn did not dare to look at the blood again, quickly rinsing it away with water. He raised his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror.

He had silver hair and a handsome face, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes