In the forty-five-degree heat, even Lin Shiyu couldn't bear it. You must know that Lin Tian City is in the south, a city where spring lasts all year, with the hottest temperatures around thirty-one or thirty-two degrees, and it never drops below freezing in the coldest season.
So Lin Shiyu couldn't withstand such temperatures at all, and beads of sweat were already trickling down her forehead.
Little Mier looked at her father, pain in her eyes: "Dad, I want to drink water..."
But Mier shook his head helplessly: "There's no more water, we've already finished it just now..."
At this moment, the temperature inside the train compartment continued to rise.
Little Mier seemed to be in quite a poor state, as if she might faint at any moment.
Mier looked toward Ye Feng and the others: "Sir, I'm sorry, but could you give us some water? My son is thirsty; he's just a child and seems unable to hold on. Please help us out!"
