Jiang Ke had been feverish repeatedly.
Sang Yan did not dare to relax her vigilance, standing guard from morning till evening.
Evening.
She gathered a lot of firewood, kindled a fire, hugged him, and hummed a song, accompanied by the sound of her stomach growling.
Too hungry.
Her stomach protested loudly.
She hadn't touched a grain of rice all day, subsisting entirely on water.
But water didn't stave off hunger at all.
Jiang Ke's stomach was also rumbling.
She felt that letting an injured person suffer from hunger was incredibly cruel, yet she was helpless. She hadn't caught any fish, didn't know how to set a trap for wild rabbits, and chasing wild chickens had nearly exhausted her to death.
In short, she was useless.
She was so hungry that she was dizzy and felt like she could eat another person.
Sleep, sleep.
It would be better after sleeping.
She woke up hungry in the middle of the night and felt the forehead of the person beside her; the fever had subsided somewhat.
