C841 Chen Fann's Death.

Chiang Xiu was lying on the wooden plank, curled up into a ball. Her clothes were still wet, and she was trembling from the cold. The most important thing was that her face was boiling hot, her lips were dry and purple, and her upper and lower teeth were constantly fighting.

"You have a fever!" Chen Fann put his palm on Chiang Xiu's forehead and frowned