Lin Yu'an curled up by the stove, the flickering firelight stretching his shadow long on the rough stone wall.
He felt something was off with his body, a chill seeped from his bones, his forehead began to heat up, and his temples throbbed with a dull pain.
"Damn... Could it be that rain yesterday gave me a fever?" Lin Yu'an cursed inwardly.
His heart sank as he reached out the back of his hand to feel his forehead, finding it indeed scorching hot, but he dared not show any sign of a fever in front of the camera.
Lin Yu'an struggled to get up, walked to a place outside the shelter away from the camera, and rummaged through his emergency kit from the space for a small blister pack of fever and anti-inflammatory medicine.
The bitterness of the pills spread in his mouth, much like his mood at that moment.
"I already have the space, I absolutely can't stop here! Never!"
