Chapter 1147

After walking for a while, Lydia stumbled upon a small pond.

Her heart leaped with relief as she found a tree for Quincy to lean against. She tore a strip of fabric from her skirt and soaked it in the cool water. She then began to gently wipe Quincy's feverish body.

As she worked, she murmured to herself, "Quincy, you have to get better. When we get back, I'll agree to whatever you ask."

She assumed Quincy was too delirious to hear her. However, he reached out suddenly and grabbed her hand tightly. He asked with his intense gaze. "Do you really mean that?"

Lydia was startled. If it weren't for Quincy’s body still burning with fever, she might have thought he was faking it. Blushing, she said, "I didn’t say anything. Let go of me, now."

Quincy chuckled weakly. "No way, I heard every word."

Lydia looked down, embarrassed, and gave him a light shove. "I think you're just pretending to be sick."

Hearing this, Quincy immediately looked hurt. He took Lydia’s hand and placed it on hi