The room was steaming with heat, a small furnace burning bright red and a pile of scattered wood on the floor, apparently just chopped.
Without electricity, the only way to stay warm was to burn wood, fortunately, being in the mountains meant there was no shortage of timber.
Ling Feng glanced at the pot sitting on the stove filled with water, now boiling, with the steam rising from it.
Turning his head, he saw a person lying on the bed against the wall, wrapped up tightly, revealing only their head—it was Luo Nanlin.
Seeing his red face and tightly closed eyes, Ling Feng was taken aback.
This condition was obviously due to illness—he was running a fever!
"Who would have thought you'd have your day!"
Ling Feng thought to himself.
Looking around the cabin, he found no trace of his missing belongings, puzzling him further.
"Had enough looking? Found your stuff?" Li Yun asked coldly from behind him.
