Chapter 97: The Top 10 Transmigrator Disgraces of the 21st Century

When Harano slowly woke up, he just felt unbearably cold.

He forced himself to sit up and looked around, discovering that he was currently in a cave, with a nearly extinguished campfire nearby. It seemed to be daytime already, but as soon as he tried to prop himself up, a sharp pain shot through his waist and ribs, and there was still a sweet taste at the back of his throat.

"You... you're awake!" At that moment, A Qing returned, hugging an armful of dry, yellow reeds and firewood. A look of relief flashed across her delicate face, as if seeing him awaken took a huge weight off her mind. She hurriedly dropped her things and rushed to help him.

Seeing her, Harano felt much more at ease. He lay back down and, suppressing the pain, asked, "Where are we right now?"