The last drop of water was gone, the last compressed biscuit eaten, and Su Ye finally fell into despair.
Outside, it was always deadly quiet.
There was no sign of rescue, not even the sound of someone passing by.
"Gu Yan, we may really die here."
Her lips were cracked, and dehydration made her voice hoarse.
She looked at Gu Yan, trying hard to force a smile, which only made the blood on her lips more glaringly red.
Gu Yan's condition had worsened over the past two days.
The wound on his leg, left untreated for so long and exposed to the air, had become inflamed and was oozing pus.
He felt like a piece of cloth, dried out by the wind.
Just a little force from outside, and he would crumble into dust.
"Dying with me, you wouldn't rest in peace, would you?" Gu Yan struggled to grasp her hand.
Neither of them had food to sustain them, and both their hands were ice-cold.