Zhao Yi was an ordinary explorer from Earth. He ventured deep into the desert to explore the ruins of Loulan. Cough, cough, cough. A fit of rapid coughing rang out. Looking at the last mouthful of water in his bottle, Zhao Yi unconsciously licked his cracked lips, carefully poured a bottle capful, and tipped it back. His parched throat felt no relief at all. Instead, the pain grew even worse, as if it might split open at any moment.
He rubbed his aching temples, trying to ease the discomfort brought on by drinking. Zhao Yi slowly rose to his feet and gazed at the endless yellow sand. A bitter smile touched his lips. He had been in this desert for four days. His chances of survival were growing slim, and he had no idea how much longer he could hold on...
