Lin Nianhe felt very tired, very sleepy, and a bit cold.
She originally thought that she was just exhausted and figured a little nap would make it better.
It was only after Wang Shumei's words that she realized she had caught a cold and had a fever.
"What? A fever?" Wen Lan was startled and quickly stuffed the last bit of steamed bun into her mouth, getting up to Lin Nianhe's side.
"Nianhe? Nianhe!"
Wen Lan also felt Lin Nianhe's temperature and, sensing the burning heat, she became a bit panicked: "What should we do now? We definitely can't go down the mountain now."
After a moment of panic, Wang Shumei calmed down and handed over her handkerchief to Wen Lan: "Quick, use the rainwater to make a cool compress for her."
As she spoke, Wang Shumei pulled Lin Nianhe into her arms: "Nianhe, lean on me, it'll be warmer."
