Xu Mo was alone outside the car. His legs were weak as he held onto the car. For a moment, he did not dare to come in. He kept panting. He was obedient. For a moment, he really thought that he was going to die.
Rong Zhan was also in the back seat.
Sang Xia took out a clean bottle of water from her backpack and said, " drink up, drink up. We still have a few bottles.
Rong Zhan took it and unscrewed the cap. how many bottles? "
"Seven bottles."
seven bottles of water, three people, at least a two-day journey.
if nothing happened, the water would be enough to last them back.
Sang Xia initially thought that Rong Zhan would take the bottle and drink it in big gulps since he was so thirsty.
however, she was wrong. after rong zhan took it, he drank it very slowly and only took small sips, as if it was just to moisten his throat.
Sang Xia was worried for him. why don't you drink more? you'll only have the strength to recover if you eat and drink well.
