When she woke up again, she found herself in a recessed dirt slope, and the sky was already faintly light, but it was still raining outside. She was shaking from the cold, and there was neither fire nor Rong Heng around. As for how she ended up here, she had not the slightest impression.
She didn't know what hour it was, and she took some water out of her space to drink a bowl, quenching her thirst, she then realized her body was very sensitive to the cold, and even her head was hurting terribly—clearly, she had caught a cold. She hurriedly took some medicine with water.
Where had Rong Heng gone?
She staggered against the wall, propping herself up to stand, but because the hollow wasn't tall enough, she had to bend over. As soon as she walked out, she saw what seemed like a dark figure struggling to walk over through the misty water vapor.
Alarmed, she hurriedly hid behind the dirt slope. As the figure approached, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, "Rong Heng, Rong Heng?"
