The rain had fallen all night long.
Finally, by morning, it had stopped.
5:30 AM.
Mo Shangjun, who had been out for more than three hours, finally returned cloaked in mud.
The flashlight had only a little battery life left, its beam much dimmer than before.
She stood at the edge of the clearing, sweeping the flashlight around in a circle, surveying the overall situation of the space.
Yan Gui was still asleep on the banana leaves, the last team was still in place, and the two instructors were nowhere to be seen; they must have already set off.
The flashlight turned, and then, the beam shone on a figure to the right.
Liang Zhiqiong.
As a member of the third team, she should have left according to normal procedures.
If she was still here, it meant—
She had given up.
