Fourth sol of being trapped on Mars.
There was still no sign of Earth.
"Good morning… Mr. Tang Yue," Mai Dong greeted Tang Yue weakly. Her face was pale and her hair was disheveled.
"Good morning." Tang Yue wore pants and had draped a blanket over him. He looked like an elderly monk meditating on the chair. In front of him were a meal tray and a cup of water. Today's breakfast was canned peaches and compressed biscuits, as well as a hundred milliliters of water. The canned peaches contained plenty of water, so Tang Yue could manage with the water rations.
He had attempted the challenge of only using 190 milliliters of water to wash up, but without any surprise, he had failed. He even had toothpaste stuck to his front teeth.
From the looks of it, 200 milliliters was the limit.
"You don't look good. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
