Wei Ling was worried that Su Xiaoling would ignore her.
However, her worries were unnecessary. Su Xiaoling swayed and stood up, carrying the firewood to Wei Ling's side.
She threw the dagger to Wei Ling.
She picked up the bird skin herself and sat back down. She turned the skin over and held it between two branches before roasting it on the fire.
The bird fur was charred.
Su Xiaoling took it out and hammered off the ashes before continuing to roast it.
There was not much meat on the bird skin, but for them, a little meat was still meat.
If they could clean it, there would be more food.
Wei Ling looked at Su Xiaoling's terrifyingly pale face. Her heart skipped a beat. She was worried that Su Xiaoling would faint again. She swallowed and said, "This, let me do this too. You rest."
