C126 (1/2)

When the white fan finally found Jing Jue, he was shivering in the corner of a run-down temple. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't bring any thick clothes. He had a fever at some point and was in a semi-conscious state.

Seeing that the snow was getting heavier, the horse was tired and refused to take a step forward no matter what he said. The white fan was unable to do so and it happened to see a run-down temple not far away.

He led the horse over and tied it to the broken pillar by the door. He took out a fire piston and walked in.

It was completely dark now, and White Fan felt as if he had no strength left in him at all, and he had been in too much of a hurry to notice that he had slipped and slipped. His right knee had landed on a sharp rock, puncturing his pants and tearing his flesh, so he must have been bleeding, but White Fan was wearing a black suit and it was impossible to see at night.

Bai Fan limped into the run-down temple, hoping to take a short break while letting the horse rest. Although she was tired and hungry and her knees hurt, she still didn't know where Jing Jue was. She didn't know if he was safe, if he had eaten, or if he was cold … She had forgotten all about her suffering.

White Fan scratched his head irritably and continued his way inside. The inside wasn't much warmer than the outside, but at least it would block the falling snow.

She wanted to find some firewood or hay to build a fire to keep her warm. Right now, her clothes were covered in a layer of snow, which immediately turned wet. Inside her clothes, there was also a layer of sweat that stuck to her clothes, making her feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she caught sight of a pile of grass in the corner. There was something white on the grass, motionless but looking like a person curled up.

He slowly approached with the fire piston. Under the weak light of the fire, his exquisite facial features and incomparably beautiful face were finally illuminated. When he saw this, Bai Fan was so excited that the blood in his entire body began to boil.

”Jing Jue? ”Jing Jue …”

The white fan shouted Jing Jue's name and shook it for a while, but Jing Jue did not move. His brows were tightly locked together and his face looked red.

As he touched his forehead, Bai Fangdao felt that his head was broken and that he had a fever.