He held onto the trunk tightly with both of his hands. His arms exerted force. His body was taut all over.
"What's the matter with him?" Jia Zizai asked.
"Ah, he is not feeling well," the driver said.
"Well, it looks rather uncomfortable," Jia Zizai remarked.
Ah!
Xu Xinyuan gritted his teeth. His fingers dug into the tree trunk. Blood oozed out.
"Water!" His voice was hoarse as if it had been burned.
"Ah, ah, water." The driver hurriedly grabbed a bottle of mineral water and ran to him. He handed it to him and quickly backed away, afraid of receiving any unexpected surprise.
Xu Xinyuan opened the mineral water and took big gulps from the bottle. Within a short time, half of the big bottle of water was gone.
"He drinks heartily like a whale!" Jia Zizai exclaimed.
"How many days has he gone by without water?"
"He has drunk water. He was drinking water nonstop all the way here."
"Dying of thirst?"