Along the way, there were no dangers, and everyone's movements were no longer cautious, each with thoughts preoccupied by how to find water to drink.
Walking and walking, they continued until evening, when they were too exhausted to go on and finally stopped to rest.
Feng Yueya chose an ancient tree that was relatively large and flew up with Yu Xuan to sleep leaning against the branches.
"Little Xuanzi, are you hungry?" she asked Yu Xuan sleeping beside her.
Yu Xuan lifted his eyelids slightly, and a flicker of light passed through his dark eyes.
"Are you hungry?"
"A bit, but I can hold out. What about you, can you bear it?
I heard that children can't stand hunger the most."
Feng Yueya suddenly remembered her own childhood.
From a young age, she had been a very bold person.
At the orphanage, other children often bullied her.
So she would beat them until they were bruised and bleeding, or crying for their parents, but she herself never cried.
