Stepping unevenly on the shifting sand, Black Glasses felt more and more exhausted with every step. He tilted his head back and finished the last drop of water from his bottle, then glanced sideways at Yaoyao. Seeing that her forehead was still completely free of sweat, he couldn't help feeling a bit concerned.
His own clothes were damp and clinging to his body, and even his gloves had gone through multiple cycles of soaking with sweat and drying out.
"Yaoyao," Black Glasses called out with a hint of worry.
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