Zhao Yusheng and his brothers walked a long way before they found an abandoned village.

There are roof tiles to cover the head, but the several thatched houses are all empty.

Duan Liuyang showed no sign of waking up. It was too cold outside, so Zhao Yusheng could only stop.

Choosing a relatively sturdy thatched house, Zhao Yusheng placed the woman who had been hugged by her on the bed in the inner room.

"Go and see if we can get some hot water."

Zhao Yusheng looked back and waved his hand.

"Yes, Young Master."

The brothers who followed him turned around and left.

Zhao Yusheng reached out and checked Duan Liuyang's pulse again.

In fact, he could only confirm that she was still alive, and he didn't know how to judge other situations.

But, at least, he's still alive.

Zhao Yusheng breathed a sigh of relief, smeared the past and found the candlestick.

Fortunately, there are still half unburned candles on it.

He took out the fire stick and lit the candle.

A little candle light illuminated the small room.

Zhao Yusheng searched around, but still couldn't find anything like a quilt or blanket. He could only take off another piece of clothing and came to the bed.

"No! Don't come here! Don't! Don't! Please, don't..." The woman who had been unconscious for more than two hours suddenly began to murmur.

"No! No! Go away! No! Please, don't come here!"

Zhao Yusheng immediately sat on the bed and covered her with the clothes in his hands.

He held her little hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid! It's okay."
Chapter completed!