Xu Shanshan finally fell asleep, but the saintly woman hadn't. Lowering her voice, she said, "Yifei, is the chance of us surviving and getting out of the desert very slim?"
Li Yifei, careful not to wake Xu Shanshan and more importantly, to not shake her morale, responded honestly to the saintly woman, whose willpower was evidently strong, "Indeed, but it's not completely hopeless. It all depends on our luck now. If there's no rescue, with the water we have left, I can guarantee to sustain us for a week. We must leave during this week or find a water source to replenish our supplies."
The saintly woman spoke softly, "A week, I hope our luck isn't that bad."
"If we were outside, a week would suffice for many things, but here in the desert, unable to discern direction, lacking water and food, we'll face many difficulties."
"Oh, then I'll trust you. You'll definitely lead us out."
"Mm, I definitely do not want to die; I still have so many things left undone."
