Dan Yuseong's POV
"Cough… cough…"
Ugh, I shouldn't have worn wet clothes.
I lay sprawled in the dim confines of my rented room, feverish and utterly isolated. The chill from yesterday's drenching on the boat had seeped into my bones, blooming into a full-blown illness that pinned me to the bed like an iron weight.
After we'd finally disembarked amid the lingering chaos, Miss had murmured something about urgent matters pulling her away. "I'll be back soon," she'd promised, her voice steady as ever.
'Liar…'
That "soon" stretched into the night and bled into morning, leaving me to stew in doubt. Could I truly rely on her? With only two days left in Henan before the merchants' caravan pressed on to Anhui, this bedridden limbo felt like a cruel jest—opportunities slipping through my fingers like sand.
'Dizzy…'
