That sleep was incredibly deep for the two of them.
Even when Fu Miaoxue kicked down half the tent in the middle of the night, covering them with twigs and leaves, neither of them noticed.
The next day, Du Lai woke up to a mess, staring blankly for a long time before remembering yesterday's incident—
He was on a deserted island.
Stranded with Fu Lisheng's precious granddaughter.
...
The sky was overcast, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.
This was good news for Du Lai, but he still hadn't found a good place to shelter from wind and rain.
He sat up, intending to stand and reassemble the tent, but suddenly his vision went black, and he was dizzy!
Du Lai quickly sat back down.
He realized something was wrong.
Although a night had passed, the soreness in his limbs hadn't improved at all, and especially his head, it pounded like a bell!
He raised his hand to touch his forehead and found it a bit hot, immediately realizing this wasn't good.
