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Looking at the grey sky, Lu Yuan felt he had become a robot, whose daily routine consisted only of pedaling his tricycle, resting, cycling, resting...
He spoke less and less.
The water supply in his Storage Space was also gradually dwindling.
Licking his dry lips, he comforted himself, "Maybe I'll find it tomorrow."
[Maybe tomorrow really will come...] Miss Conch also began to doubt life, feeling immense pressure and secretly wondering if she had remembered wrongly.
Lu Yuan's clothes were coated with a thick layer of salt crust, a sight that could sadden the viewer and bring a listener to tears.
Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore, since no one cares anyway.
Without water, there was no need to bathe or change clothes.
On the contrary, the Eternal Spark was growing rapidly amidst the relentless tribulations.
