Wrapped in a beast-pelt blanket, Bai Wanwan felt a splitting headache, as if countless needles were stabbing her temples.
Gradually, her consciousness sank as if into an icy bog. She grew drowsy, and her perception of the outside world became hazy and indistinct.
One moment she would feel unbearably hot and kick off the pelt, the next she would be so cold her teeth chattered as she curled into a ball.
Hua Han and Jiao Yin took turns watching over her, their handsome faces creased with anxiety.
"Wanwan, wake up. Drink some water..." Hua Han's voice was laced with an anxiety he had never shown before. He carefully supported Bai Wanwan's feverish, limp neck and brought a stone bowl of warm water to her chapped lips.
Bai Wanwan managed a few swallows before falling back into a deep sleep, her brow furrowed as she let out pained, delirious murmurs.
Jiao Yin's heart ached as he looked at Bai Wanwan's fever-flushed cheeks.
"I'll go ask the Clan Witch to come take a look at Wanwan."
