The next day, Bai Youwei woke up a bit disoriented.
The light in the attic had been on all night, and it had been raining outside continuously. She couldn't tell how long she had slept. She learned from Yan Qingwen that it was now seven thirty-five, realizing she'd probably been asleep for about four hours.
After a night's rest, both Li Li and Lun Ang looked substantially better. However, Zhu Shu's face was flushed, seemingly feverish.
While tidying up the beds, Su Man muttered under her breath, "Not even saying anything about catching a fever, trying to tough it out for who to see, purposely wanting to attract someone's sympathy, aren't you…"
Zhu Shu, feeling dizzy and unwell from her fever, leaned against the wall, staying silent.
