The night was deep.
The wind was slightly cold, and in the simple and cozy room, a petite figure lay on the bed. A fine, dense sweat broke out on her forehead, and Shen Wanxing's whole body ached. She turned over and accidentally pressed on her dislocated hand, causing her to gasp in pain.
Her body was burning hot, and her consciousness was slightly clear.
When she opened her eyes, the room was pitch black.
She lay helplessly on the bed, her stomach growling, but she had no appetite at all. She swallowed her saliva, her throat parched and even swallowing saliva was somewhat difficult.
She was thirsty.
She also knew she was running a fever; she didn't even have the strength to get up and pour a glass of warm water.
Shen Wanxing took a deep breath.
Thinking about last night's situation, she felt a bit scared in retrospect. She had not expected to encounter such an event. Nor had she expected He Xizhou to come looking for her personally.
