Thud!
When this bag of rice bran was put down, it made quite a loud sound.
It looked heavy, at least thirty or forty pounds.
"Sis, I'm leaving. When I come back, Master Diao promised that he will let me work as his servant. By then, I'll have a stable job."
The boy's face was dirty and cracked, painful to look at.
The sun's radiation is too strong, and people like them living in the lowest layer of the Northern Territory Federation don't have good protective gear.
The sister's eyes were filled with tears, choking with emotion.
Suddenly she knelt in front of her younger brother.
"Xiao Yuan, don't go, alright? I know what kind of thing that expedition team is. Historically, the survival rate of expedition teams hasn't been over half. You can't go."
The boy's face remained calm.
He slowly walked over and helped his sister up with his thin body.
His voice was slightly trembling, yet it carried a strange calmness:
