It seems the mood suddenly became much lighter.
The tune Zhang Qingrui was humming... had a warm feeling.
It was as though heat was born from the pit of her stomach, then started spreading to all her limbs... in this cold, damp cavern underneath, Song Ying felt her cheeks were slightly flushed, even her consciousness began to blur.
Her body also became lazy at this moment, and the weakness in her limbs suddenly gave Song Ying a sense of unease. She subconsciously touched her forehead and found it was somewhat hot.
A fever... is it because of catching a cold?
In a daze, Zhang Qingrui's voice seemed to stop as well. Song Ying shone the light from her phone on Zhang Qingrui... found her resting against the rock wall, cheeks somewhat red, breathing lightly, and her eyes a bit dazed.
"It seems... it seems something is becoming a little strange..." Zhang Qingrui's voice came intermittently.
