To be honest, if anyone else had dragged Pang Bo along without explaining anything, Pang Bo would have refused to go a long time ago.
He might have seemed a bit simple-minded, but that didn't mean he was someone people could push around.
You're taking me through the desert in the middle of the night without telling me where we're going or what we're doing. There are thorny cacti, snakes, scorpions, and even a giant eagle circling overhead, watching us like a hawk.
What reason would I have to go with you?
But the person leading him was Wang Yi.
Pang Bo trusted Wang Yi completely, and he idolized him.
So if Brother Yi could keep going, why couldn't he?
The sky was growing darker, and the wind was picking up. Fine sand blew against their faces, making them sting.
Pang Bo could feel his hips starting to hurt from walking.
He wanted to ask Brother Yi to take a break.
But when he saw Brother Yi putting one foot in front of the other, seemingly determined to keep going, Pang Bo changed his mind.
He followed Wang Yi, taking one step at a time.
He didn't know how much longer they walked. Pang Bo's feet had gone from swollen, and his hips from aching, to gradually growing numb.
He'd lost all feeling in his feet. He just kept walking forward, and his hips seemed to have stopped hurting too.
The only things he could still feel were the cold and the hunger, and both were getting worse.
His stomach had been growling for a long time.
His body trembled, and his teeth kept chattering.
He wondered if Brother Yi wasn't cold or hungry.
He looked up and saw that Brother Yi's steps were still steady, as if he could