This really startled Shen Ningning.
She thought for a moment, then lifted her watery eyes. "Is it the pustule plague?"
Chen Ye nodded grimly. "It's very likely. While on campaign, I buried two dead men, and then I started breaking out in blisters."
The little one fell silent.
Her long lashes drooped, veiling her round, dark eyes as if she were deep in thought.
Chen Ye remained clinging to the tree.
Besides hiding from the wolf pack, there was another reason: he was sick now and couldn't get close to Shen Ningning.
His mother had told him that if this little girl hadn't given them money, he would never have had the chance to bribe his way through the checkpoints and return to the capital.
However, Shen Ningning looked up again. "Brother Chen, come on down. You can stay at my place, and I'll go back to the village with you tomorrow morning."
