"I'm exhausted," Yan Han Xiang collapsed suddenly, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Zhuang Jing also quietly sat down.
Gu Ran sat for a while and then took his backpack, taking out all the items and laying them on the picnic mat.
A box of sandwiches, a large piece of chocolate, a small bag of oranges, a box of fruit salad, a small box of Zhou Hei Ya vegetarian snacks, three bananas, three triangular rice balls, three self-heating pots (two with rice, one with Hai Di Lao), five bottles of water, a power bank.
"That's it," he said.
His brain was numb, as if he had just slept at six in the morning, gotten up at seven to catch a bus, started climbing at eight, and only now sat down to rest.
He felt that Zhuang Jing and Yan Han Xiang might use these items to exchange information; perhaps they also needed to eat something, so he took everything out.
Zhuang Jing looked at the supplies.
