Black Glasses glanced at Fatty, took a satellite phone from his backpack, calibrated it, and put it back. He sat down opposite Aning, blocking the glaring light from hitting her face so it wouldn't hurt her eyes when she woke up.
"We have five signal flares left. We'll head toward the campsite. Both the walkie-talkie and the satellite phone are on; A'Nan's group should contact us soon," Xie Yuchen said, clipping his walkie-talkie to his belt. He took a sip of water and let out a long breath. Right now, he could only hope A'Nan and the others were paying attention to this area.
The group trudged through the desert. Aning still hadn't woken up. Under the scorching sun, even the yellow sand was blinding, and the shimmering air rose in waves of heat.
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