The rain subsided after breakfast, and the three of them found an old tricycle with Uncle Chen's help.
The mountain paths were rough. It was wet and rocky everywhere, but luckily they sort of got used to the terrain. Otherwise, they might have already thrown up.
"This damned weather and these rocky paths...when will they end? My whole body is breaking apart." Qi Lei sounded annoyed.
"We'll see a bigger town once we cross this mountain. There should be a mobile signal there. Hang in for now. The rain is getting heavier. Let's look for some warm clothing over there." Ah Mo glanced at Qi Lei and then at Yang Sheng whose lips had already turned purple from the cold, so he helped him to tighten his raincoat around him.
Qi Lei turned towards Yang Sheng as well.
Yang Sheng looked much skinnier from the ruckus in the past few days, and his expression was still awfully pale.
"Are you alright?" Qi Lei asked.
