White Deer in the Desert

A tall silhouette and a small silhouette were struggling forward in an endless sandy area.

There was a lot of wind and their feet would sink in the sand with each step, greatly impeding their progress.

Especially the little girl in the back. Her face had a few bloody scratches from the flying sand, but they had already dried up.

It could be seen that she struggled with every single step.

But she was still resolutely following behind Marvin, expressionless.

From her words, she wouldn't hesitate to do anything Marvin asked her to do.

And Marvin didn't lend her a helping hand.

He could see a shadow of his former friend from this girl with 18 years left to live. The path ahead would be full of hardship, difficult even for Marvin.

But she was confident in him. The way she was looking at him made Marvin feel responsible for her.

He had to think of a way to save her.