This greatly relieved Ji Nuan.
Anxiously waiting until nightfall, the sandstorm showed no signs of abating, and Ji Nuan finally fell asleep in Xiu Yan's arms from exhaustion.
Seeing the little female close her eyes and breathe evenly, the Orc also breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.
The camels outside were already accustomed to such situations; Maomao comfortably hid behind his companions, occasionally finding time to nibble on the fruit that Ji Nuan had just fed them.
Early the next day, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan woke up to find that the sandstorm outside the tent had subsided significantly but was still blowing, and the camels maintained their previous position without moving.
Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan cracked open a small slit in the tent, the sky outside was still a murky yellow, filled with the scent of sand and dust, suffocating to breathe.
Xiu Yan took out some hay from a basket on his back and handed it outside, right in front of Maomao at the tent entrance.
