The weather was getting colder and colder. Although Nanzhi was awake, her body remained very weak, and she often had a fever.
Fortunately, when it rained, the swift-witted Shen Miaomiao used a tin pot to catch water to fill up the bamboo tubes, allowing Nanzhi to drink a mouthful of hot water when she had a fever.
In a flash, it was October 15th, Nanzhi became increasingly groggy. A few days ago, she had been able to force herself to talk with Zhiyu, but now, even opening her eyes became difficult.
Seeing Nanzhi's face turning green, Shen Miaomiao went outside the cart and harshly wiped away her tears.
She did not understand why Sister Nanzhi had become like this. Just a few days ago, she was still able to sit and talk with them. How could she have grown worse now?