When he finally reached Dour, Wang Jianguo raised his head slightly, squeezing a heartbroken expression onto his face.
His eyes locked onto his pocket, and his fingers trembled slightly as he slowly reached into the not-very-deep pocket, groping about inch by inch. The movement was so agonizingly slow, it was as if he were slicing a piece of flesh off his own body.
After a long while, as if having finally made up his mind, he pulled out two Small Yellow Fish that had been warmed by his body heat.
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