Ling Qiong handed the noodles to Gu Jin: "I know you have no appetite, but try to eat some. There's still a long way ahead."
Gu Jin slowly lowered her eyes, staring at Ling Qiong's fair fingers holding the aluminum pot, a bit lost in thought.
Under the reflection of the firelight, his hand seemed to be wrapped in a circle of red light, exuding a sense of familiarity.
Gu Jin felt it was her illusion, brushed away the thought from her mind, silently took the pot, and mechanically started eating with the chopsticks.
Although her stomach was hungry, she couldn't sense the aroma of the food, chewing the noodles as if they were wax.
Seeing her begin to eat, Ling Qiong silently stepped back, sitting with his back to Gu Jin, gazing calmly into the depths of Death Valley.
His eyes revealed many heavy emotions, filled with complexity, sighs, and the struggles of ups and downs.
After resting in place for an hour, the team got up and continued on their way.
