The blazing sun hung high overhead.
Sand and dust billowed through the air.
Three kilometers from the city, Yan Huan was buried entirely in the sand while Plastic Bag scooped up shovelfuls of grit and continuously covered him.
"Are you sure this works?"
Yan Huan stuck his head out of the sand. Under the scorching sunlight, the sand was blazing hot, making him rather uncomfortable.
"This is usually how we wash ourselves here."
Plastic Bag explained as she shoveled sand.
"It hasn't rained in a long time. Water is precious and can only be used for drinking. When we bathe, we use sand."
"Oh, and for washing clothes too."
"Ummmm..."
After burying Yan Huan, Plastic Bag dug herself a pit and jumped in, burying herself as well.
The two of them remained buried in the sand for over twenty minutes.
"Come on, follow me now."
The girl began twisting her body, increasing the friction against the sand.
Yan Huan followed suit, and their two heads swayed back and forth atop the sand.
"..."
"Um, no one should come here, right?"
"They won't. Grandpa dug the tunnel out of the city, and only we know about it."
"That's good."
After wriggling with Plastic Bag for around five minutes, the two slowly stopped.
"Rest for a bit. We'll keep wriggling later."
"...I suddenly feel like I was pretty clean to begin with."
"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from above Yan Huan's head.
"?"
Yan Huan looked up and met the gaze of a long-haired man.
"Holy shit, a ghost—!!!"
Blade's disheveled appearance startled Yan Huan so badly that he jolted and shot out of the ground.
Blade: "..."
It took Yan Huan quite a while to realize that this beggar looked somewhat familiar.
"Wait, Uncle? Is that you...?"
"It's