I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao's eyes lit up instantly, and he nudged the young man's arm with his fist, saying, "Young man is the best."

The young man didn't miss the gleam in Ling Xiao's eyes. It was astonishingly bright for a moment, like a traveler who had finally found an oasis in the desert. That faint but real light dispelled the long-standing gloom and self-destructive pain in his eyes.

This light, this sudden release of a lively emotion, was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond, its echoes reaching the understanding flower beside another stone.

Xie Yuhua's arms remained crossed, his slightly furrowed brows still bearing the lingering chill and weariness. He had felt the tightness in his chest tighten even more when he saw Ling Xiao approach Xiao Ge. But when Ling Xiao's gesture, tinged with relief and intimacy, and those words, faintly carried through the sandstorm with a hint of ease, reached his eyes and ears, his tense jawline relaxed almost imperceptibly.

The fat man, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed the subtle change in Xie Yuhua's face. He followed Xie Yuhua's gaze and glanced at the stone, instantly understanding the situation.

He leaned closer to Xie Yuhua, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of flattery: "Master Hua, look, hasn't Lingzi's temper subsided a bit? You're still a great guy, you can make Lingzi happy with just a few words."

"Speaking of which, being too temperamental in this desert is really bad for your health, don't you think? How about... we move to another spot? I think those rocks over there are a bit more sheltered from the wind." He gestured meaningfully in the direction where Ling Xiao and the young man were.

Jieyuhua didn't speak. He continued to look over there, and it seemed that as he chatted with Xiao Ge, Ling Xiao's condition gradually improved, and he no longer had the tension he had before.

"What are you talking about?" Just then, A Ning walked over towards Ling Xiao and the others, tossing them two compressed biscuits. Her gaze swept over the two of them, finally settling on the group of corpse beetles behind them, her vigilance remaining.

The compressed biscuit traced a brief arc in the air before being caught steadily by the deliveryman without even turning his head. Ling Xiao also caught it, clutching the hard packaging, a hint of relief still lingering on his face from talking to the deliveryman, as he looked at A Ning.

"We were discussing what kind of person could be worthy of our beautiful and kind-hearted Ah Ning." Ling Xiao said, tearing open the packaging and taking a big bite of the compressed biscuit.

Then, feigning a pitiful expression, she said to A Ning, "Why can't you give me some water? Desert and compressed biscuits, A Ning isn't a beauty anymore."

Upon hearing this, A Ning glanced at him expressionlessly. She ignored Ling Xiao's comment and his exaggerated performance, and said coldly, "Save your water. We don't know how long we'll be trapped. Although the corpse beetles haven't come in, their situation is unclear. Stop talking nonsense and save your energy."

"Pretend to be cool." Ling Xiao suddenly reached out and pinched A Ning's face, startling both A Ning and Xiao Ge.

"So cute! This grumpy face should be cute like this." As he said this, Ling Xiao seemed to be genuinely appreciating A Ning's cuteness, his eyes full of affection.

A Ning was taken aback for a moment before saying in a somewhat awkward tone, "Ling Xiao! You're asking for death!"

Her voice was almost squeezed out through clenched teeth. She suddenly broke free from the pinch on one side of her cheek and, at the same time, her right knee slammed into Ling Xiao's abdomen with a whooshing sound!

"Bang!" A muffled sound!

At the critical moment, a hand steadily blocked Ling Xiao's abdomen, precisely stopping A Ning's furious attack! It was Xiao Ge!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I'm clinging to a sliver of hope. I fell asleep in a daze after taking my medication last night, and this morning I discovered I'd only managed to write 500 words. Oh no!