Si You leaned against a tree trunk with his eyes closed, resting. Maybe he really was exhausted—his heart was beating a little fast. He wanted to press a hand to it but did not dare. If the cameras caught it, people would inevitably accuse him of "playing the victim." Besides, he did not want Jiang Tingxu to worry.
"Si You, are you okay?" Qu Can stepped forward.
"He's fine. Let him rest for a while," Jiang Tingxu answered for him. "Qu Can, do you know how to clean fish?"
Qu Can was no good at wilderness survival, but she was quite skilled at cooking. "I do!"
Qu Can and Jiang Su used stone flakes to clean the little fish they had caught. Washing them was easy enough, and Ding Xianrong dug a hole to bury the unwanted innards. The three girls fumbled at first, but soon got the hang of it. Once they had caught enough, Jiang Tingxu called Kuang Yitian and the other male guest over. The fire Si You had started was still burning. They could either lay a thin stone slab over it or skewer the fish on the sticks Qu Can had found and roast them.
Si You did not take part in any of it. At some point, he had fallen asleep. Wind mixed with the sound of running water by his ears, while the commotion from Kuang Yitian and the others seemed to have been cast beyond Ninefold Mountain. Yet one set of footsteps came through clearly. In his haze, a piece of clothing was draped over him, and someone touched his forehead. Si You frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but inhaled a mouthful of cold air instead and began coughing uncontrollably. The mountain wind was blocked by a sturdy arm, his chin