Desolate wind blew gently.
Withered leaves drifted with the wind, landing right in the center of Yan Huan's unfocused pupils.
Gradually, his pupils began to focus, and his consciousness slowly revived.
Until his nose twitched, and an unpleasant odor drilled into his nasal cavity.
"..."
This was a scent he was overly familiar with, one that could be smelled in many places.
Based on experience, the source of this smell should be shit.
Then the question arose, why could he smell the stench of shit?
"..." Sitting in a wheelchair, Yan Huan slowly turned his head to look at a strange woman squatting on the ground nearby, bare-bottomed and sticking her backside out, not knowing what she was doing.
Her pink hair was extremely recognizable.
"Hah-ugh-ugh-ugh-ah...!"
March 7th grabbed a piece of pink toilet paper, maintained her squatting posture, and exerted hidden force from her rear. Fine sweat beaded on her smooth forehead, as if she were completing a great engineering project.
"Little sister... can you go somewhere further away if you need to relieve yourself?"
Before Yan Huan could hurl insults, a woman nearby spoke up first.
She wore a flamboyant candy-colored dress, and her slender brows were slightly furrowed at the moment, seemingly looking down with disdain on March 7th's behavior.
"Huh?" The latter snapped her head around, looking startled when she saw the candy-colored girl.
"Why is there still someone here? I just checked and there was nobody..."
"Just passing by." The candy-colored girl pinched her nose.
"Did nobody tell you that even if you can't find a restroom, you should go into the bushes to relieve yourself?"
"No way." March 7th gently bit her lower lip, gripping the paper even tighter.
"I tied Peipei over there, and I'm afraid she won't be able to control her