Shi Yuting opened his eyes and looked at Xiangyi. He remained silent and looked around, observing his surroundings.
He stood up as Xiangyi helped him up.
The plane had been attacked and crashed in the early morning yesterday. At this moment, the Sun was setting in the west. It should be afternoon. However, they could not tell what day it was. How many days had it been since they drifted to this island?
Xiangyi exerted some force but the wound on his back started to hurt again. He frowned and his face instantly turned pale.
His lips were also dry and cracked. It was obvious that he was suffering a great deal of pain.
Shi Yuting looked away and asked Xiangyi in a voice deeper than usual.
"What's wrong with you?"
It was obvious from his oppressive tone that he was in a bad mood, but he tried his best to restrain himself.
