Fang Xinxin dearly wished that a lighter would appear out of nowhere at this moment.
It was too difficult to create a fire with wood.
It was a pity that they truly did not have access to any other tools.
Around an hour later, with Bai Qinghao's persistent effort, sparks finally formed from the tree branches and the dried leaves began to burn.
"This is amazing! We finally have a fire!" The joy on her face was plain to see.
Bai Qinghao's brows relaxed. He immediately added the withered grass he had collected earlier into the firepit. As the fire grew stronger, he added some thin branches and finally some thicker firewood…
Fang Xinxin watched his actions closely. She knew that he was well-trained in outdoor survival skills.
Through her past life, she had learned that all his combat skills and gun skills were obtained through real life experience and proper training.
