It was a girl's ethereal voice with a hint of laughter, speaking very pure Chinese.
Zhang Hong was even more confused. A girl from China?
He remembered that in their team of ten, there were only four people from China, and they were all his friends and companions, with no girls among them.
Zhang Hong really wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but he found his eyelids as heavy as steel bars, unable to open them no matter what, and he felt extremely sleepy.
Am I going to die?
Zhang Hong felt a sourness in his nose. Only when a person is at the edge of death do they feel regret. His parents didn't even know he came to climb Mount Everest this time. If they found out about his death, would they die on the spot from anger?
I want to call Dad and Mom...
Really want to.
"Tsk——"
