Hospital ward.
After struggling all night, Wang Xueya's IV drip was finally set up.
Chi Yue sat beside her, peeling an apple with a focus and gentleness.
Wang Xueya's eyes were red and swollen as if she had been crying, and her voice was so hoarse it lacked its usual lightness, sounding so heavy it didn't seem like her own, "Moonlight, I thought I would never see you again. I'm grateful to have met you. If it weren't for the survival techniques you taught me, I might not be alive now."
Her condition was better than Lin Pan's, not because of any special physical constitution,
but because Chi Yue had crammed her with various desert self-rescue knowledge.
How to prevent dehydration, how to conserve energy, how to use every opportunity to call for help...
There were no coincidences, nothing out of the ordinary, she simply made use of the knowledge Chi Yue had taught her.
"However, the sandstorm was much more terrifying than how you described it..."
