In the winter forest at night, a deep silence pervaded, occasionally broken by the sound of the cold wind whipping through the treetops.
The sky was as black as spilled ink, and even the crescent moon from earlier had vanished without a trace.
Tang Yuran felt her headache growing increasingly severe, the aches throughout her body swallowing her up like a flood tide.
"Tang Yuran, Tang Yuran??" Gu Yu lowered his head to look at Tang Yuran in his arms. A layer of cold sweat covered her forehead, her eyes tightly closed, and her long, curled lashes cast faint shadows on her eye sockets in the light of the fire. Her body wouldn't stop shaking, her lips tightly pursed as though she was resisting something desperately in her sleep.
"Don't come over... don't come near... Gu Yu... save me..."
Murmurings fluttered intermittently from Tang Yuran's lips.
