he packed up the rest of the things, carrying them on one shoulder with one hand and holding sang xia's hand with the other. after finding the right direction, he continued to move forward.
At this moment.
No one spoke.
Not only did he not want to talk anymore, but he also had nothing to say. Not to mention, saying too much would be a waste of saliva.
He would be thirsty.
Rong Zhan held sang Xia's hand and the three of them walked forward together.
Noon was approaching, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. It was eye-piercing and poisonous. At this time, it was impossible to move forward, or it would consume the water and energy in his body.
The desert was flat, and there was not even a rock.
Rong Zhan and the rest stopped to take a break. Sang Xia was so tired that she was about to collapse. The difference between driving and not driving was unimaginable. Her feet were in pain. Sang Xia knew that her feet must have been bleeding.
