A cracked wasteland, the earth as dry as broken porcelain. Chen Yuan was wearing a tattered camouflage uniform, his face was smeared with oil paint and dust, he was carrying an empty water bag, and his breathing was rapid and heavy. He suddenly stopped, knelt down on one knee, and grabbed a handful of dry soil with his hand. The soil fell from between his fingers. He looked desperately towards the horizon... Lifting the sedan chair, all handsome guys and beauties, please go to the main text to watch the exciting content.
