Liang Haoming was stunned for a moment by her touch, then buried his head into her chest, nestling into her arms, hiding his face filled with embarrassment. He liked it very much. It was as if, a long, long time ago. "Sier, among your brothers, you are admittedly the ugliest. But look? Dad doesn’t mind, how much does Dad dote on you? In the future, you will surely meet someone who doesn’t mind, someone who treasures and loves you just like Dad..." "Your mom... no, not like her. Strictly speaking, she isn’t a qualified wife or a competent mother. You brothers will definitely be luckier than your father, and when you grow up, you’ll meet someone better than your mom..." Dong Huiying had great foresight, having chosen an excellent location before the storm and even had everyone hold onto the camel ropes to prevent being swept away by the storm. Yet even so, she ended up in such a sorry state, not to mention Tu Ya and the others. Calling heaven, no answer; calling earth, no help. In the vast sea of sand, when Tu Ya woke up, she could no longer discern direction. Half of Tu Ya’s body was buried in the sand, she tried to pull her legs out with her own strength, but she couldn’t. "Hulan, Hulan are you there..." She screamed at the top of her lungs, then called out the names of other members of the team. After a long time, a faint voice came from a distance: "Tu Ya, I am here, I am here..." "Hulan, are you alright? Half of my body is buried in sand, come quickly, get me out!" "I... sob, Tu Ya, I am buried too, what do we do?" Although they could hear each other’s voices, it was as if mountains and seas separated them, and Tu Ya felt utterly desperate in her heart. She was trapped in the sand and couldn’t get out, and as it was still dark and very cold, she stared blankly at the night sky, wondering if she was going to die here. If she died, if she died... Her eyes turned red with regret, regretting that she hadn’t listened to that little girl and avoided this disaster. But how could she have expected that a foreigner would predict so accurately? She said there would be a sandstorm tonight. And there really was! Did the little girl have a gifted mouth? Tu Ya’s mind was in utter disarray, and when day broke and the sun blazed scorchingly, she was steamed by the sun, feeling both hungry and weary. Tu Ya shouted with her hoarse throat, faintly hearing Hulan’s cries for help and responding distantly, but they seemed like people abandoned, as if the whole world had forsaken them, hearing nothing but the wind and the sand, and their own voices... Tu Ya’s throat was so hoarse that she could barely make a sound even with effort. She hung her head low, becoming increasingly despondent, thinking she was indeed going to die here! And Hulan’s condition was no better, both of them exhausted and enveloped by the shadow of death, filling their hearts with bleak despair. Just then, a gust of wind blew and carried the scent of eggs far and wide... At first, Tu Ya thought she was hallucinating, but the more she smelled the scent, the more familiar it became. She remembered seeing the little girl make an egg pancake in a pan last night... "Save, save us... help me, help me and Hulan, help us..."