"Sasui" gave no response.
She stood there in silence, her gaze seemingly filled with compassion.
Naturally, Gu Zheng would not pin his hopes on an illusory deity.
The reason he had come out-
Was that he remembered seeing a wine jar on the altar.
If there was wine inside, perhaps he could use it instead of rubbing alcohol to wipe her down and cool her body.
Carrying Song Ning, he approached the altar and spotted the wine jar at once.
Its lid was sealed with clay, so there should be wine inside.
Gu Zheng wanted to put Song Ning down before picking up the jar.
But Song Ning was trembling violently. He had barely pulled her hands away from his waist when her arms wound around his neck, and she buried her head against it.
Gu Zheng went rigid.
Song Ning's breath was scorching, her lips brushing faintly against his collarbone. The mingling sensations made it difficult for him to concentrate.
He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue...
Holding Song Ning with one arm, he reached for the wine jar with his free hand.
It was heavy.
There was clearly wine inside.
Relief washed over him, and he took the jar, intending to return to the adjoining room.
There was a platform there, and Song Ning would be more comfortable lying on it.
But he turned a little too hastily, and Song Ning's foot accidentally knocked against the altar.
Gu Zheng hurriedly set the jar on the floor and checked Song Ning, his heart aching.
It was his fault for being careless. He did not know whether the impact had hurt her.
But before he could find where she had struck her foot, he heard a crack overhead.
Gu Zheng looked up toward the sound...
He studied