"I just caught a cold last night." As soon as Zen stopped talking, she could not help but cough again, "Please do not think so much."
"You are still lying to me," Wendy said resignedly. "It is indeed cold in the forest at night, but we do have blankets. I did not catch a cold last night, so how can you have such a terrible fever?"
If Wendy had not said those words last night, she might have believed that Zen had caught a cold.
But now, obviously, she didn't.
And if Zen did catch a cold last night, the fever could not be so serious in such a short time.
"I am sorry, Wendy... " Zen bowed her head and apologized in a low voice.
"I should say sorry to you instead," Wendy condemned herself. "I should not have said those words to you last night."
Wendy had initially wanted to tell Zen that Christian was a bad guy and her plan for the next step.
She did not expect Zen would make herself have a fever.
