Wu Yang wiped off some sweat. In just two days, he went from a stylish man to looking no different from a beggar.
He turned to look at the four of them.
To his surprise, Jiang Xiaoxiao was elegantly tying her braid, her face clean and not a single strand of hair out of place.
Wu Yang wondered if the two of them were going through the same ordeal?
They seemed carefree as if they were on a camping trip, while he looked like a wild dog being chased by a hunter, in a sorry state.
"Xiao Xiao, I think we're lost!"
Wu Yang felt a bit desperate. No compass, no GPS, and even the phone had no signal.
All that was left were the vast mountains around them.
Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the terrain, indeed, they were lost.
They were now off the original path.
"Let's go, follow me, we can always find our way back."
Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn't confident, but there was no other choice. The school had become an unreachable goal.
