It was late in the night. Su Bai walked downstream by himself. Because of his injury, he wasn’t moving very fast. After about three hours, his wounds were almost healed. But that also cost almost all of his energy. At last, he was too tired to keep going and had to sit on a rock by the river.
Usually, there would be a lot of insects by the river during night, but Su Bai was not attractive to them. Without the disturbance of bugs or mosquitos, it seemed extremely lonely.
Su Bai was never afraid of loneliness. He was quite used to it.
Ever since his parents died, he had to endure and get used to such feelings.
He held some water from the river and moved it to his dried lips. It tasted like dirt. He managed to swallow some, stretched himself and tried to stand up but failed due to fatigue.
