Lu Jinnian had placed his entire body weight on Qiao Anhao, and she had almost fallen with him. Turning her head to the side, she could see his tightly knotted forehead and pale lips. Just then, she remembered that he was still running a fever. She reached out to feel his forehead: the temperature seemed much higher than before.
He had soaked in the stream for such a long time, went to collect branches shirtless, all of it must have caused him to catch a cold.
Qiao Anhao felt her heart start to ache once more. She hurriedly climbed out of his embrace, then struggled to pull him to the straw mat. Using all her strength, she endured the pain in her leg, towing him towards the mat.
She covered him with his jacket before adding more branches to the fire so that it would burn more furiously, increasing the temperature in the cave.
