After entering the tent, Lei Yu took off the thick coat he was wearing.
He then smiled bitterly and said, "I used to not be afraid of the cold, but after coming to the grasslands, I realized what real cold was like."
"..."
"So, I have the most fire pans in the entire Yatai."
"..."
"I imagine your body can't handle the cold better than mine. If you feel cold, let me know, and I'll ask someone to bring more."
Shang Ruyi shook her head.
Actually, upon waking up on this journey, she was already so cold that her entire body was stiff, as if the blood in her veins had half-frozen. The cold was so extreme, it was no longer uncomfortable; but upon feeling warmth again, she regained sensation, and her body began to shiver uncontrollably. By the time Lei Yu led her to sit down on the bed in the inner room, her face had already flushed with a sickly red.
Lei Yu sensed something was wrong and reached out to touch her, finding she was indeed burning up.
She said, "You're having a fever!"
