The sun shone on the desert, and the members of the rescue team survived safely. They looked at the rising sun, feeling both afraid and happy. They were afraid that the sandstorm would come again, but they were happy that they had escaped the sandstorm last night.
"How are you? Are you cold?" Zhuang Liu touched Tan Rou's forehead. Seeing that her expression was normal, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, we're still alive."
Tan Rou smiled and held Zhuang Liu's hand. "Don't worry. We'll definitely return safely."
"Is everyone alright?" the guide called out to them.
"We're fine," Tan Rou and Zhuang Liu replied.
The people around them shouted to show that they were still alive.
Tao Zhi and Lu Qing walked over. They were covered in yellow sand and looked very sorry.
"Xiao Rou, is there still a signal on your machine?" Tao Zhi asked.
