A cracked wasteland stretches out before him, the earth so dry it looks like shattered porcelain. Chen Yuan wears a tattered camouflage uniform, his face smeared with greasepaint and dust. An empty, limp canteen hangs from his back, and he breathes heavily and rapidly. Suddenly, he stops and drops to one knee, scooping up a handful of dry earth. It trickles through his fingers. He gazes despairingly at the horizon... Carrying the sedan chair, handsome guys and beautiful ladies, please head to the main story for the exciting content.
