Jiang Shishuang's face turned cold in an instant, and her eyes burst with intense vigilance: "Who are you?"
"Your savior."
"And?"
"Hey, missy, not to criticize, but what are you doing wandering in the deep mountains in the middle of the night?"
Ye Huan chewed on some roast chicken and shouted, "If you weren't lucky enough to encounter me, you'd already be dead."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shishuang furrowed her brows and strained to recall her memories from before she fainted.
She seemed to remember that when she was being besieged by a pack of wolves and was about to die, someone indeed rushed out with a torch and drove the wolves away.
So that means...
I'm not dead?
Jiang Shishuang felt a surge of joy, but quickly, her expression changed dramatically.
She realized that her body was wrapped in bandages, and she was wearing a loose black T-shirt and men's cropped pants, which were clearly not her own clothes!
Then, where are my clothes?!
