"We have to walk," said Ji Hanyu. "Even without this sandstorm, we'd still have to walk. The car's out of fuel."
He hadn't stopped here on purpose—he had no choice.
They had already been in the desert for two consecutive days. If the car tires kept driving through the desert, they would eventually burst.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned the car so decisively; circumstances left him no choice but to.
A car with no fuel in this desert is nothing but a piece of scrap metal.
"It's okay, darling. We'll treat it like a hiking trip in the desert," he said.
"Okay," said little Beiting, "as long as I'm with my sister and dad, I'm fine with anything."
Ji Hanyu bent down to pick up little Beiting, while Bai Haoxue packed the remaining water and food into a bag.
"Dad, I can walk by myself. If I get tired, then you can carry me."
Though he'd been drowsy and feverish all day, little Beiting didn't want to sleep any longer.
