Bai Haoxue suddenly awoke, her eyes widened suddenly...
Because the scene before her was truly shocking.
Little Beiting was no longer sleeping beside her; he was in Ji Hanyu's arms, about four to five meters away from her.
"Water... water... water..."
"Thirsty... thirsty... thirsty..."
Little Beiting was already severely dehydrated, and now with a high fever, his usually tender lips were dry and cracked.
Since yesterday afternoon, they had run out of water completely.
They had walked the entire afternoon under the scorching sun, and now after another night, dawn was beginning to break.
After a night of cold wind and using the sky as a cover and the earth as a stove, Little Beiting's condition worsened, murmuring incoherently for water in his unconscious state.
"Water... water... water..."
"Thirsty... thirsty... thirsty..."
Ji Hanyu cut open his own wrist with a knife, letting blood drip into Little Beiting's mouth.
