A week had passed, and there were no signs of the wild yak.
In the middle of the night, Ren He lay in a pit he had dug out of the yellow sand, fostering a sense of sleepiness with a face full of despair...
Over the week, Ren He had been sleeping outside under the sky, keeping watch over Li Kun and the others' camp, fearful of missing the moment the yak would appear.
Although Ren He was indeed determined, the desert's blowing sands and occasional sandstorms had begun to fray his nerves...
Fortunately, Ren He didn't suffer from a fear of germs; he was now so dirty that he couldn't bear to look at himself. Initially, he had been concerned about accidentally running into Li Kun in the desert and being recognized, exposing his ulterior motives. But now, there was no need to worry—he doubted he would recognize himself in a mirror!
