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 fainted on the way back, not knowing the way back 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.

Without the protection of fish scales, it turns out that he is still afraid of the cold.

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 used by 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 hut.

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.

"...Who?" His voice was hoarse and cold, as if he were another person.

Jing Li trembled at the burning heat coming from his wrist, and his voice was shaking when he spoke: "I... I just passed by and saw you fainted here, I..."

In the darkness, Jing Li clearly saw Qin Zhao open his eyes, and the look in his eyes was cold and unfamiliar.

At that moment, Jing Li could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.

Qin Zhao didn't answer for a long time, and the two of them were in a stalemate. After a moment, the force on Jing Li's wrist loosened.

Jing Li looked at him, but Qin Zhao had already turned his head away and closed his eyes.

The light in this room is very dim, and Qin Zhao is so sick that it is impossible to see his appearance clearly.

Jing Li felt relieved and said, "You can't go on like this. Can you still stand up? Can I take you home?"

There was another moment of silence, and Qin Zhao whispered, "...Thank you."

Jing Li put the straw raincoat into the backpack, put the backpack on his back, helped Qin Zhao up, let Qin Zhao lean on his shoulders, and supported him as he walked out.