The night stretched boundlessly, and the dunes undulated like predators lurking in the gloomy expanse, a cold blast of air made the scalp tingle.
Chi Yue couldn't wait for tools, her hands dug through the sand like shovels, skin rubbed raw and burning, flesh broken, the pain deep and piercing. Yet she didn't pause for a second.
Goggles, scarf, all cast aside.
Her back slick with sweat, her hair tangled into clumps with sand and perspiration.
She kept digging.
Desperately digging.
It seemed she would never stop if no one intervened—
Zheng Xiyuan hesitated for perhaps a dozen seconds, frowning at the sight of her disregard for her own hands, but eventually sat down and started digging alongside her without saying a word.
Assistant Hou, Zheng Xiyuan arrived.
A few minutes later, the reinforcements arrived...
Many hands make light work, and soon, the person buried within was uncovered.
"Little raven—"
"Eh! What's that underneath?"
