The sun was scorching hot, and the sand was blistering from the heat.
The two walked one behind the other, shaded by banana leaves.
Du Lai walked in front and Fu Miaoxue followed behind, separated by a few meters... She tried several times to say something to ease the tension but couldn't bring herself to speak.
They were back at the big rock.
Amidst the lush greenery, the protruding gray-white rock looked like a fish head half-emerged from a pool of green water. Du Lai climbed into the position of the "fish mouth," trampled down the leaves on the ground, and lay down to rest.
The bonfire was still burning, the birdcage was roasted red hot, and the clams on the metal tray were charred beyond possible consumption.
So, their food... was only the wild fruits Du Lai had brought back.
Fu Miaoxue touched her stomach, quietly walked to Du Lai's side, and asked, "Are we going to catch fish again?"
"The tide's up, can't catch any." Du Lai replied.
