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The rain continued to fall.
As for the atmosphere, it was still harmonious.
At dawn, the rain still did not stop.
The temperature fell and the forest was exceptionally cold.
The flames burned for the entire night, but in the end, they could not resist the might of nature and gradually extinguished.
Chu Xiaoye lay on the ground, looking at the rain in sorrow.
The little girl snuggled beside him and fell asleep unconsciously.
Her clothes were not dry and her hair was still dripping with rain.
Due to the cold, the little girl curled up into a ball while sleeping and her lips turned a little dark.
Obviously, her young and fragile body could not resist the invasion of the rain in the end and she caught a cold and had a fever.
Chu Xiaoye extended his claws, as if he wanted to touch her forehead. He woke up again. He was not human. What was a claw touching her forehead?
Was there a need to touch such an obvious fever?