He Lingling hugged her own slender body, nervously shrinking into a corner of the bed.
After a day of torment, her body was sore and covered in bruises; her lips were bitten bloody, swollen and torn. She was pale and haggard, an image of misery.
Panic, fear, dare not rest, dare not close her eyes, terrified that a dozen or twenty snakes might appear.
Her spirit was on perpetual high alert, and combined with her injuries, the soaking rain, and the sea breeze, a profound exhaustion surged over her, draining all her strength.
He Lingling fell ill!
Li Fengnian had originally planned to lock her up for the night, as a punishment to deter her from running around again.
But he couldn't suppress his worry and went to the wooden hut in the middle of the night to check on her, only to discover that she had developed a high fever, her body temperature frighteningly hot.
Li Fengnian carried her back to the bedroom and then notified the Doctor to prescribe her medicine.
