Lin Zishuang nodded and sat down on a rock, watching Feng Tianyou busying himself to and fro.
Perhaps because she had lost too much blood from her wound during the day, Lin Zishuang really didn't have much energy and seemed a bit wilted.
Feng Tianyou lit a fire, quickly processed a rabbit near the river, and took the opportunity to clean the herbs and mushrooms.
By the time he returned to the large rock, he saw Lin Zishuang lying on one side, apparently asleep.
He frowned slightly, wondering how her wound was?
Fortunately, the temperature in the forest wasn't too bad; if it had been the height of summer, the wound would have been more prone to festering.
He draped his coat over her, and Lin Zishuang woke up all at once.
She opened her eyes, "You're back?"
"Are you very tired? Just hold on a bit longer, eat something and then sleep. Let me take a look at your wound later."
When it came to examining the wound, Lin Zishuang, who had been somewhat sleepy, was no longer tired.
