Chapter 896: The Story of Ling and Heng (159)

Since Li Nanheng regained his consciousness, his tent had become especially lively. Comparatively, the tent by the side was extremely quiet.

The portable heater by the side would occasionally release soft, crackling noises. Li Nanheng approached the only person lying in the pile of beds and blankets.

Feng Ling was buried under the sheets; even her face was covered, and she did not move at all.