You Do Not Sympathize Me, Worst Still You Are So Fierce To Me

Yan Qingsi trod down the cobblestone path. She ducked her head; the sun was so hot that the exposed part of her skin burned, and she felt as though she was being grilled alive.

 Her head pulsed, and the dizziness only grew worse. Her steps were unsteady.

 A thought flashed in Yan Qingsi's mind.

 'Geez. How am I supposed to go back now that I'm here? I can't walk all the way back.'

 Yet waiting for You Yi was somewhat embarrassing.

 The thought swirled around Yan Qingsi's head. She bumped into something, and she grew dizzier. "I don't recall any trees around here," she muttered to herself.

 She swayed and almost pitched forward, but a pair of strong arms held her fast.

 Then a cool, collected voice rang in her ears. "Yan Qingsi. Where did you put your brains?"

 Yan Qingsi was shocked. She raised her head. "You…"