Lin Xue couldn't help but tilt her head and ask, "Who are you? What are you doing here...?"
This time, the man finally had a reaction. He looked at Lin Xue's face, his dry, cracked lips moved with difficulty, a hoarse voice emerging from his throat.
"Who... am... I?"
The man involuntarily glanced at the block of sand in his hand.
After a long pause, until Lin Xue was getting a bit impatient, he finally continued, "...I... don't know..."
"Don't know?"
Lin Xue frowned, then asked, "Then, when did you come here, and why did you come here?"
The man stared straight at Lin Xue, and after a while, he said, "I don't remember how long I've been here, including my own identity, my name... I can't remember anything... I only remember, I am waiting for someone..."
"Waiting for whom?"
