Contrary to Daisy Ginger's estimation, Edward Stephens and the others did not find them that day.
As the light above gradually dimmed, Daisy Ginger sighed.
The sun was setting in the west, and soon, it would be completely dark here.
Daisy Ginger turned her head to look at George Stephens, who was curled up in her coat and had already fallen asleep. She reached out and covered his calves, then bent her head to organize the items in her bag.
The wireless phone had fallen to the ground and broken when she fell.
From the small compartment of the backpack, she retrieved a lighter.
There was still half a bottle of water left.
There was one box of biscuits left.
There were eight pieces of chocolate and candy in total.
This amount, if given to an adult, might not even be enough to fill their stomach.
But now the situation is different; shared between two people, it should easily last until tomorrow.
