When Du Lai woke up, the rain had stopped, and the wind had ceased.
It was around dusk, the sun resembling a duck egg yolk shone on the large rocks, and the ground was warm from the heat.
Du Lai sat up, holding his forehead, still feeling weak and very dizzy.
His throat burned with a sharp pain.
He wanted to drink some water. He looked around and happened to see six bamboo tubes placed neatly beside him—two filled with fruit, two with water, and two were empty.
Outside, Fu Miaoxue's distinctive cursing voice came through: "Damn it! Get lost! You wretched bird that hasn't pooped in eight hundred years!"
Du Lai: "..."
He picked up a bamboo tube, took a sip of water, then took a fruit from another bamboo tube and put it in his mouth, slowly chewing.
He was very weak now, neither able to take medicine nor drink soup, so he had to eat slowly and carefully to avoid indigestion.
