She turned around and was shocked to find that the person who had been following her all along had not caught up.
"Ou Mucen? Why have you stopped walking?"
She looked at the man who had abandoned the dead twigs, his right hand now gripping the grass root beside him, slightly bent over at the waist, and hurried back to him: "What's wrong with you?"
He had a germ phobia, and earlier he didn't even want to touch these grass roots, even breaking them with dead twigs before coming over. Why was he holding onto it now?
Ye Ning's heart sprouted a bad premonition and she walked over to take a closer look at what was wrong with him.
But at that moment, he suddenly stood up straight and his hand quickly let go of the grass root: "It's nothing, how much longer until we can get out?
"Soon... very soon..." Ye Ning stared at him blankly, her eyes filled with the dense sweat beads on his forehead, and his face that seemed a bit pale.
Was he... sweating?
