SPLASH—
The sound of drizzling rain echoed through the forest as Pei Yuhang held an umbrella over Lin Qianyan, escorting her into a ruined temple for shelter.
"Daoist Lin, you should get some rest. I'll start a fire."
Cold sweat beaded on Pei Yuhang's forehead, but he still managed a faint smile as he spoke to Lin Qianyan.
"Young scholar, you've been running a fever. I'm afraid you've caught a cold. You should go rest first."
Lin Qianyan said softly, but Pei Yuhang shook his head. His breathing grew more and more rapid, but he still insisted stubbornly,
"No need, Daoist Lin… You've been the one protecting me this whole journey. The chores are my responsibility…"
Pei Yuhang finished speaking with some difficulty, and his eyes uncontrollably rolled back.
"Young scholar!"
Lin Qianyan cried out in alarm, catching Pei Yuhang's collapsing body.
She looked at Pei Yuhang's pale lips and couldn't help but frown, her tone a mix of displeasure and heartache.
