On the deserted island.
It was very quiet all around.
Occasionally, some bird calls could be heard.
Song Zhizhi looked at Luo Xiaolang, who seemed to be sleeping, but the large beads of sweat on her face revealed her extreme endurance at that moment.
"Xiaolang." Song Zhizhi spoke, "From today onwards, we will be completely honest with each other."
Luo Xiaolang opened her eyes to look at Song Zhizhi.
After all, they had seen through each other.
"Rather, it's the kind of friendship where we share life and death." Song Zhizhi's tone was very light.
But it cut to the bone.
Luo Xiaolang said nothing.
Maybe it was too painful, she clenched her eyes shut and bore the pain.
Song Zhizhi stood up to help Luo Xiaolang dry her clothes, and after making sure they were dry, she took them over to help Luo Xiaolang put them on.
Luo Xiaolang struggled to get dressed herself.
"Lie down. I'll do it." said Song Zhizhi.
So Luo Xiaolang lay down.
