C234 Typhoid Fever
The night wind was cool, blowing through the thin tent and into the great tent of candles. Mo Linyuan did not notice that Lin Qingqian would wake up. He looked at Lin Qingqian in a daze. His hand was frozen in place and he forgot to take it out for a moment.
"Mo Linyuan!"
Lin Qingqian's voice was not loud, but it sounded like she was gnashing her teeth
