The two were pretty lucky, coming across a tractor, whose driver enthusiastically gave them a lift and dropped them off in town.
As soon as they got off, they were met with the strange stares of passersby, prompting them to look each other over.
Even though they had quickly cleaned up before setting off, they had again trudged through mountains and waded through waters, not to mention having spent some time on the tractor. Although one was in ocean camo and the other in a windbreaker and military trousers, which aren't easily dirtied, they still looked somewhat disheveled.
Exposed skin was scraped, faces smeared with black ash—against the backdrop of meticulously dressed people bustling by, two individuals with inherently good looks stood out in such a state.
"Let's find a hotel and take a shower," Mo Shangjun suggested, touching her nose.
