Meanwhile, Quincy stayed up the whole night, guarding his tent.

Thea, on the other hand, slept soundly.

It was already the next day when she woke up.

She rolled over, sat up, and picked up her phone. Seeing that it was eight in the morning, she slapped her forehead and cursed herself remorsefully, “Thea, you good-for-nothing!”

She quickly got out of bed, fixed her messy hair, and walked out of the tent.

Outside, the campfires were still burning.

James was sitting in his wheelchair with Quincy massaging his head from behind.

Thea walked over and called out, “Quincy.”

Quincy turned her head and gestured for her to keep quiet.

Thea came close and saw that James had fallen asleep in the wheelchair.

Seeing Quincy’s exhausted face, she asked in a hushed tone, “D-did you not sleep at all?”

“Huff...” Quincy sighed softly and said, “James' condition got worse again last night. He kept waking up either cold or in pain. His body feels like ice right now.”

Thea reached out and touched