The meal Xiao Ze had prepared for Xiao Yu still contained medicinal herbs. After consuming the soup medicine, Xiao Yu only then realized it was already dawn. With a hoarse voice, he said to Xiao Yu,
"I'm sorry, sis, for leaving you to do everything alone until now. Have I caught the same strange disease as Brother Dajun, the village chief's son? Why haven't I recovered yet? You're already fine, so why do I still feel so weak and lack strength?"
"We got soaked by the rain that night and subsequently caught a chill. It has nothing to do with Brother Jun's illness. We haven't been in contact with his family in those days. Don't talk nonsense. Alright, you lie down; I'll go outside and chop more firewood. We need to be prepared in case it rains – on this haunted island surrounded by sea, the rain comes without warning."
Perhaps truly lacking the energy, Xiao Ze didn't argue and continued to lie down, while Xiao Yu grabbed an axe and a rope to chop firewood.
