"Nan Yu, wake up,"
"Nan Yu, wake up quickly, don't sleep anymore."
...
Anxious voices echoed near her ears. Nan Yu frowned deeply and struggled to open her heavy eyelids to see the person in front of her.
Her lips were dry and peeling, her throat scratchy with a metallic taste, her voice extremely hoarse.
"Brother Ren..."
Ren Xingzhou looked at Nan Yu's feverishly flushed face, took out a bottle of water and a fever-reducing pill from his bag.
"You have a high fever, take this pill first."
Nan Yu was still somewhat groggy and weak. She painfully pulled her hand from under the lion's belly, took the pill, and gulped down a bottle of water.
Her voice was still hoarse, but her consciousness became a bit clearer.
"Brother Ren, I thought I was going to die here."
Ren Xingzhou glanced at the three lions that were tightly surrounding Nan Yu and explained, "When I found you, they were protecting you thoroughly, keeping you warm, otherwise you would have frozen to death here,"
