An Ci smiled helplessly, "But if your fever doesn't go away, the consequences will be serious."
An Siyu pursed her lips and said weakly, "I can bear it."
An Ci knew about the family situation of each of them, and naturally knew about the complicated power struggles.
An Ci stared at her for a while and sighed silently, "Is it worth it?"
"Oh."
A self-deprecating smile appeared on An Siyu's pale face. "You won't understand."
She was born as a young master, and no one could shake her status. But they, just to get their father's position, not only had to study hard, but also had to fight with other brothers and sisters to the death. With all kinds of interests and family honor on their shoulders, they could no longer afford to be vulnerable.
Seeing her insistence, An Ci had no choice but to respect her. He turned around and walked in front of An Yiheng, glancing down at him.
Compared with An Siyu, his condition was more serious, his face was burning red and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Realizing someone was looking at him, An Yiheng forced his eyelids open and vaguely saw that it was An Ci, and frowned.
He spoke hoarsely, "Are you here to gloat over someone else's misfortune?"
Eric swung his coat and rushed over immediately after hearing his words. "Yes, we are here to gloat over other people's misfortunes."
He put his hands on his hips and said "Hahahaha" to him deliberately, then said, "Is this what you want?"
An Ci had a hard time holding back his laughter.
An Yiheng glared at him angrily. His head was buzzing with anger and he could barely catch his breath. "You, cough cough cough..."
Because of the fever, he felt weak all over and struggled to get up but was pushed back by An Yiyao.
"Stop making trouble and lie down and rest." He warned, "Otherwise you will be kicked out of the training camp."
An Yiheng turned his face away reluctantly, and An Yiyao smiled apologetically at An Ci and the others.
An Ci didn't care and pulled Eric aside, "Cousin, help me light a fire."
The two of them had often grilled food in the vegetable garden before, and after a while, Eric became very familiar with making a fire.
Eric squatted down beside her, reached out to pick up the firewood and set it up, then said nonchalantly, "I think I found it."
"What did you find?" An Ci responded nonchalantly.
Eric said unhappily, "You only call me cousin when you ask me to help you with work."
An Ci couldn't help laughing, "No, haven't I always called you that?"
"Bullshit." Eric rolled his eyes. "Please speak with your conscience, okay?"
An Ci took out the matchbox and said, "Yes, I am."
The matchbox was a little damp from the rain, and An Ci struck several matches before he could barely light a fire.
With a "clang", the firelight wrapped around the firewood, and the whole cave was illuminated brightly.
An Ci and his friends built a simple rack with the cut branches and hung their coats on it to dry.
Turning around, she saw An Siyu sitting in the corner and walked towards her.
Then he extended a hand to her and said, "Come and sit over here. Your clothes will dry faster."
An Siyu took her hand, used it to stand up, and said with a pale face, "Thank you."
An Ci supported her, "It's a small matter."
Seeing this, An Yiyao also helped An Yiheng over, and the nine of them sat in a circle around the fire.
In the silence, two voices sounded at the same time.
"I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."
“If only I had a baked sweet potato right now.”
Eric and Anyang looked at each other and sighed sadly.
An Ci looked at the two of them and couldn't help but smile, "Didn't you two dislike roasted sweet potatoes before?"
I let them eat it before, but they said they were tired of it. Now they want to eat it, but it’s a pity that it’s not available.
Anyang held his chin with both hands, the firelight reflected in his eyes, and his tone was quite affectionate, "There was once a fragrant roasted sweet potato in front of us, but unfortunately we didn't know how to cherish it. If I could do it again, I would say to it."
Eric took over the conversation very cooperatively, "I do."
An Ci and his group were amused by the two of them, and even An Yiheng, who was lying on the ground with his back to them, secretly raised the corners of his mouth.
…
Late at night, everyone fell asleep quickly due to extreme fatigue.
Worried that An Siyu's fever might get worse, An Ci got up in the middle of the night to check on her and reached out to touch her forehead.
The temperature of the tentacles is still very hot.
An Siyu had a fever and was feeling so uncomfortable that she couldn't fall asleep. She knew it as soon as An Ci's hand touched her forehead.
She opened her eyes, looked at An Ci, and whispered, "I'm fine."
An Ci was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice coming from outside, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
An Siyu also heard it, and her already weak face turned even paler. "Yes, it's the barking of a wolfhound."
An Ci nodded helplessly and turned to wake up the others.
"Don't sleep anymore, the wolfhounds are coming, get up quickly."
Having experienced the psychological trauma of being chased by wolfhounds, everyone's face changes when they hear the word "wolfhound".
"Where is the wolfhound?" Anyang looked alert.
An Ci hushed, "Listen."
Everyone fell silent, and the sounds outside suddenly became clearer, with intermittent dog barking drifting over on the wind.
"Then what are we waiting for? Run away quickly." Eric whispered.
"If they find us, we won't be able to escape."
The others nodded in agreement and quickly picked up their coats and put them on.
An Ci said calmly, "No, we won't run away this time."
After she finished speaking, everyone was stunned, and their puzzled eyes were focused on her.
Eric asked in confusion, "Not running away anymore?"
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