After drinking more than half a cup of clear milk, Mo Chu finally quenched the thirst in his throat and continued to walk forward.
The sun had already set from the sky, dyeing the clouds red. Only the faint afterglow scattered on the ground, leaving specks of marks.
After dusk, the night quickly darkened, and the temperature suddenly dropped.
"It's so cold!" Zhang Xiaoqi was so cold that goosebumps appeared all over her body. She did not care about her image and quickly took out the extra clothes from the terminal and put them on.
Mo Chu was well prepared. She put on a warm cotton-padded jacket to solve the problem.
Looking around, Mo Chu was still worried. She picked up some small branches and prepared to start a fire.
