Did They Meet?

Elizabeth knew that Xavier had a heatstroke because of the hot weather. Zena said it last night. But at this moment, looking at Xavier who was grabbing her wrist tightly and trembling, she closed her eyes and couldn't care about anything else. She sat down beside him, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry. I can't do anything for you. Please... hold on."   It was summer and she didn't wear many clothes, so she couldn't find anything to warm his body. All she could do was to sit here with him, waiting for the rain to stop and the sky to get light. It was still raining so hard, and the sound of the rain was still so loud. The wind in the mountain was whistling, chilling them to the bone. There was candlelight in the wooden house behind her. In the attic, the light sounds of the wooden fish getting beaten added a sense of grief.   Xavier said from time to time, "Cold... I'm so cold..." Just like what she eavesdropped on just now, Xavier said that monks were all merciful, but why was