"Ah, can I go back to sleep and continue this dream? Even if it's fake, I should at least enjoy it..."
With a sigh, Chen Zhou voiced his thoughts aloud.
His voice echoed gently in the pitch-black cave, adding a slightly eerie tone to the midnight air.
Striking the flint, he fumbled to light the oil lamp. Chen Zhou felt that he was no longer cold, although his body was still weak and lacked strength.
"A disease strikes like a landslide, but leaves like spinning silk.
Fortunately, my condition didn't worsen; it seems my immunity is quite strong. I've managed to get through this."
He held the oil lamp up, warming his cold hands by its flame.
Having just woken up, Chen Zhou wasn't tired at all, nor did he feel hungry or thirsty.
Usually, when awake, he would find things to do, either chopping wood or continuing to carve wheels.
Now that his condition had slightly improved, he didn't want to engage in heavy labor; he just wanted to warm himself up and rest well.
