Gu Xiaoqing's gaze slowly scanned the interior of the car, looking for any tools they could use.
Then she despairingly realized, there was nothing at all.
No!
There were their two backpacks, messily opened, with the books and such scattered all over the place.
No wonder they didn't bother tying the two of them up, it would have been too much trouble.
In this place, just the two of them alone couldn't fly away even with wings.
Gu Xiaoqing felt a bit dejected.
Her body, tense from anxiety, softened, and her heartbeat accelerated.
At this moment, she began to feel very hungry, very thirsty, and very cold.
This was the depth of winter.
They didn't have many clothes on.
The two of them had no choice but to continue holding each other for warmth.
Gu Xiaoqing's eyes couldn't relax; even if there was not a single chance, she had to find one.
She wanted to survive.
