When she woke up again, she found herself in a recessed dirt slope, and the sky was already faintly light, but it was still raining outside. She was shaking from the cold, and there was neither fire nor Rong Heng around. As for how she ended up here, she had not the slightest impression. Updates are released by novel_fіre.net
She didn’t know what hour it was, and she took some water out of her space to drink a bowl, quenching her thirst, she then realized her body was very sensitive to the cold, and even her head was hurting terribly—clearly, she had caught a cold. She hurriedly took some medicine with water.
Where had Rong Heng gone?
She staggered against the wall, propping herself up to stand, but because the hollow wasn’t tall enough, she had to bend over. As soon as she walked out, she saw what seemed like a dark figure struggling to walk over through the misty water vapor.
Alarmed, she hurriedly hid behind the dirt slope. As the figure approached, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, "Rong Heng, Rong Heng?"
He seemed to be holding something in his hand, and she wanted to go over to help but was stopped by his voice, "Don’t come over, the rain is heavy!"
Only when Rong Heng came over did she see that his pockets were filled with red wild berries, and he was holding a stick; obviously, he was using the stick to support his body due to exhaustion, and his condition appeared no better than hers because as soon as he returned to this dirt hole, he collapsed to the ground.
"Why did you run out in such heavy rain? How’s your wound?"
Rong Heng’s lips were turning dark, clearly, the toxins had not been fully expelled; she worriedly went over, wanting to touch his forehead, only to have him dodge away.
"I’m fine, I just went to scout the nearby area. For now, it seems we are safe."
"You figured it all out?"
"Even if I hadn’t, I would have guessed most of it, sorry for dragging you into this."
His voice was weak and obviously shivering. The moment she touched his forehead, her expression changed instantly, "That’s not good, your fever has come back."
Rong Heng, due to extreme fatigue, suddenly slumped to one side, "I want to sleep awhile, be careful on your own and don’t you dare leave me behind and run."
Tangyuan was on the verge of tears, "Big brother, if I wanted to run, I would have done it long ago,"
What answered her, however, was his unconscious faint; seeing his terrible physical condition, Tangyuan also wore a face of exhaustion and despair.
"Liang Tian, please help let me take him into the space to heal, look at how heavy this rain is, there’s nothing here; if the two of us were to die here, that would be too pitiful."
Liang Tian made no response, and Tangyuan called out for a long time with not a single word in reply; was this tacit consent?
With an attitude of trying it out, she embraced Rong Heng and silently thought: "Enter!" In the next instant, they really landed on the grass in the space.
Tangyuan let out a long sigh of relief, exclaiming, "Thank goodness, we’re saved now."
Both of them were soaked through, needing to bathe in hot water first, but she was used to the spiritual spring water of the space, worried that Rong Heng might not be, she specially set up an iron pot on the open ground to heat some water, just in case he suddenly woke up, she had to make him take a sedative for the time being.
After the boiling water was ready, she stripped Rong Heng down to his underwear and soaked him in a barrel of warm water mixed in. Because she feared he might drown, she had to hold onto him, and in this awkward manner, they soaked for an hour, continually adding more hot water, changing out the water until the temperature dropped off, then she closed her eyes to change him into a temporary set of men’s sleepwear, and then laid him on the mattress spread out on the grass and covered him with the blankets...