The rain was getting heavier, and Jingli walked quickly on the mountain path.

He was certainly not afraid of the rain, but he wore a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat because he didn't want the villagers to see him. This small mountain village was very secluded, and a stranger would be too conspicuous.

Besides, the scales on his face haven't disappeared yet.

Fortunately, it has been raining for quite a while now and there are almost no pedestrians on the road.

He had been in a hurry to leave, so he had only casually thrown on a robe. The robe was very long, almost covering his ankles, and it was impossible to tell from the outside that he was actually wearing nothing underneath the robe.

Although there was no one on the road, Jing Li still felt a little embarrassed and wrapped his raincoat tightly around himself guiltily.

But he soon encountered new troubles.

He didn't know where Qin Zhao went to collect herbs.

Jing Li didn't consider himself a directionally challenged person, but the last time he went there, he was carried away by that stupid cat. He was so frightened that he even fainted on the way back, not knowing the way to go at all.

The sky was gray and the rain made finding the way even more difficult.

The rain was mixed with the mountain breeze. The boy walked barefoot on the mountain road, one step deep and one step shallow. Soon his body was so cold that he was shivering slightly.

It turns out that he is still afraid of the cold even without the protection of fish scales.

Where is Qin Zhao?

It was already completely dark, but fortunately Jing Li's night vision seemed to be much better than before. Even in this dark forest, it did not affect his vision.

At least walking in the mountains is not a problem.

Jing Li didn't know how long he had been walking in the mountains before he finally saw a small thatched hut.

Jing Li's eyes lit up and he ran over quickly.

The hut had been abandoned for a long time. It had no windows or doors and seemed to be just a place for villagers to store miscellaneous items. It was so small that even a person lying down seemed cramped.

Jing Li walked to the door and saw the familiar figure sitting in the corner of the cabin.

He didn't dare go in immediately, but hid outside the door and looked inside secretly.

Qin Zhao wasn't actually very wet; he must have found the hut to take shelter when the rain first started. He might have wanted to wait for it to stop before returning home, but he didn't expect it to rain for so long, and he ended up waiting until nightfall.

This place is windy on all sides, which is fine for ordinary people, but for a sickly person like Qin Zhao, it is not a good place to shelter from the rain.

His eyes were closed tightly, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or resting, and his face was extremely pale.

Suddenly, Qin Zhao's body tilted and he fell down without any warning.

!!!

Jing Li didn't care about anything else and ran in quickly.

Qin Zhao fell to the ground, his arms tightly wrapped around his body, shivering unconsciously. It was cold outside, but Qin Zhao's body was incredibly hot, almost burning Jing Li.

Jing Li gently nudged his body: "Qin Zhao?"

No response.

Qin Zhao frowned, as if he was in deep pain. Even though his body was burning hot, his face was still pale.

"I...what should I do..."

Jing Li had never encountered such a thing before, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He took off his wet raincoat, bent down and held Qin Zhao in his arms.

His body was already very cold, and after being outside for a long time, he was as cold as ice. Jing Li placed his cold palm on Qin Zhao's face, and the touch of the cold object made Qin Zhao's frown relax a little.

…but still didn’t wake up.

Jing Li hugged him tightly: "Qin Zhao, wake up, let's go home and sleep, okay?"

The rain had stopped without him noticing, but the sky was still overcast and without a ray of light. The hot body in his arms suddenly moved, and Jing Li's wrist was grasped by someone.