The scorching sun seemed to tear the sky apart, and the sand and dust kept rolling in the hot air, as if a sand beast had just opened its eyes after sleeping for a thousand years.
Su Xin was curled up, lying under the tattered waste truck frame, his lips were chapped and bleeding.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the water bag on his back was almost bottomed out two days ago, and now there was only a little bit of dry crystal water left.
There is that burnt smell in the air that can corrode metal. This is the smell left after the explosion of the energy tank of the nearby agency wreckage.
