This is a vast desert.
The blazing sun hangs overhead, scorching everything with an almost insane fervor.
An Ying no longer remembers the last time he drank water, the extreme thirst he felt before is gradually dissipating, and his lips are becoming moist.
But An Ying knows, it's because his lips have cracked to a certain extent, causing blood to gush out, creating an illusion.
And it won't be long before this moist feeling will also disappear.
Because by then, the blood in his body might not even flow.
An Ying doesn't know how long he has been walking, only feels that illusions are gradually appearing in front of him, and the soft, hot sand beneath his feet is becoming sticky, each step requiring his full effort.
Finally.
After a stumble, An Ying's vision goes black, and then he falls to the ground with a thud.
The scorching sand instantly covers his cheeks, and the hot air rushes into his lungs with his rapid breaths, roasting everything along the way.
