Upon waking up, Zhang Qingrui found she almost lay on the ground.
The ‘almost’ came from the pure sheep blankets beneath her figure.
An umbrella-like dome above her view was braced by a large amount of wood with white canvas hanging from it… It was undoubtedly a Mongolian yurt.
"You woke up? Take some food to eat."
Searching along with the direction of the voice, Zhang Qingrui witnessed a big naan bread in Professor Qin Fang’s hand being tore apart little by little and stuff into his mouth. Nevertheless, his gaze stayed on an unfolded map aboveground.
There was a smaller box in the Mongolian yurt as well. The pair of human bones were placed in it.
Zhang Qingrui stood up under the state of hunger, taking a piece of bread near the professor, and a bowl of milk tea that was a little bit salty. It was called ‘Suutei Tsai’ by the local people.
She went to hide in a corner, eating the food quietly, feeling scared and disturbed--- This was the third time she woke up.
