1125 Cliff Survival 9

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He had no choice but to listen to her.

She reached out with two fingers to feel his pulse, carefully taking his pulse and a hint of a smile appeared on her lips, "Look on the bright side, I was with you yesterday soaking in the cold pool water, wearing wet clothes for so long, and yet I didn't catch a cold. That's quite lucky."

He gently caressed her tender cheek, "Luck accounts for half of it, but our good health also plays a part."

"Mmm." She stood foolishly with him on the wooden raft, as if they were sitting in a small shed warming themselves by the fire, "Third brother, your injury has gotten a bit better."

"The medicine my wife prepared is especially effective." He looked at her exquisitely beautiful features, "Dear, you are truly a talent. If you were to perish like this, even the heavens would be heartbroken."

She slightly lifted her chin, "That's right. But sitting like this won't do, I want to climb the cliff to gather firewood..."