His memory wasn't off at all; he truly had spent many days crawling back from the border, not really resting along the way. Even if he hadn't been injured or running a fever, at this point, he would at least be so tired that he couldn't keep his eyes open.
He had thought before that if he were to lie down to sleep, he might not wake up for three days and nights.
But now he felt his mental state was extremely good.
Meng Xinian asked nonchalantly, "What's the date today?" Had he actually fainted and slept in the hospital for three days and nights?
The kind of sleep that spanned a thousand years in a dream.
"It's still not over the twenty-fifth, and now it's 11:30 PM."
The evening of the twenty-fifth?
So it was still the same day, just a few hours later.
"Who found me?" He remembered he had exhausted all his strength and killed that man...
Meng Xinian's eyes gradually deepened.
