Xie Qi slowly opened his eyes, feeling completely drained, as if every ounce of his energy had been sapped away. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and though his vision was pitch black, the scorching sun overhead beat down relentlessly, making the heat unbearable.
Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.
Xie Qi lowered his head and found his left hand gripping a bundle of wheat, while his right hand held a sharp sickle. Looking at the field in front of him, though it wasn't large, the neatly arranged stubble indicated that the original owner had already harvested about two-thirds of the crop.
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