He leaned against the stone wall behind him. When he fell, he had hit the sharpest edge of the rock. He believed that he might have suffered a minor injury as a result. With the contamination from the morning dew, his wound was itchy and hurting at the same time. It was as if there were countless ants biting him.
His throat had gone parched without food and water for a day and a night.
When the worst scenarios all came together, it became a desperate situation.
Youyou buried his face in the folds of his arms. Hoping that when he opened them again, he would see his brother at this hole's mouth reaching his hand toward him…
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Once they crossed the vast forest, it was a highway that ran for several kilometers.
Little Yichen and Lisa sped along this road in single file, stopping for rest intermittently, striving their best to regain contact with their troop in the shortest time.
