On October 7, 2019, the Double Ninth Festival of the lunar calendar, there was a lonely figure in the vast Taklimakan Desert. He was carrying a bag on his back, his eyes were blind, and he was walking aimlessly.
Yi Yi has been living here for a week. The food and water in his backpack were exhausted three days ago. He kept subconsciously licking his chapped lips.
Originally, most people could no longer handle being without water for three days, but there was always an obsession in Yi Yi's heart that supported him! At this time, the sun was setting in the west and the sky was full of radiance, which seemed to indicate that his life was about to come to an end.
Yi Yi, whose consciousness was blurred, had no sense of time at this time. He only remembered that today was the Double Ninth Festival and he had to wait until dusk. He didn't know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe longer, but he found that the sky had darkened!
"Is it dusk? What about the flowers?" Yi Yi thought like this as if he was conditioned to raise his spirits. But, face...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
