Cheng Su screamed as she opened her eyes to find the room already tinged with the light of dawn.
Her gaze fixed on the canopy above her for a moment, her consciousness slowly returning, but she felt an oppressive heaviness all over, sticky as if she had been washed in water. When she reached up to touch her forehead, it was burning hot!
Was this a fever?
Cheng Su sat up in bed, feeling sore and weak all over. She shook her head, which only intensified the pain, and felt throbbing in her hands, too.
She lifted her injured hand to look at it, frowning slightly. Could the fever have been caused by the injury?
Indeed, had she become so vulnerable just because of a wound?
Swallowing her saliva, she suddenly felt a dry mouth and parched throat. As she rolled out of bed, she couldn't stand and fell back onto it, suddenly bursting into tears.
"Qi Taiguo, where are you? I feel so awful," Cheng Su cried into her bed, overcome with misery and sorrow.
