When it was lunchtime, Ye Qiu still hadn't seen Wen Xin and Zhou Wenting take a break, so he became a little worried about the two women and hurriedly went first to Zhou Wenting's tent.
"Wenting, are you inside? I'm coming in."
"Come in." Zhou Wenting's feeble voice came from inside.
When Ye Qiu went inside, he saw Zhou Wenting lying there in a nightgown, covered by a blanket. She indeed seemed weak, having pushed past her limits climbing the mountain the day before yesterday and yesterday, and now she truly felt exhausted all over.
"You haven't caught this contagious disease, have you?"
Ye Qiu touched Zhou Wenting's forehead and found she wasn't feverish; she was just too tired to muster any strength, lazily unwilling to get up.
"I'm sore all over. Climbing the mountain yesterday and the day before was too much for me."
"That reporter Ma and the others went climbing earlier, and he fell, broke bones, and marred his face."
"That serious?" Zhou Wenting asked in surprise.
