Mark was holding the dried sandworm meat and standing in front of Grandma Sanfan's door, with a hesitant look on his face. Han Wu had been missing for three days, and she still hasn't been found.
The moment Han Wu was dragged into the desert by the Sandworm King, Mark's heart seemed to be torn to pieces, and he also understood that his feelings for Han Wu were not friendship, but love. Unfortunately, all of this was too clear.
It was too late, and he regretted not confessing his love to Han Wu in time.
He had been having a hard time these days, but he also understood that there was another person who was also suffering. Mark glanced at the dried sandworm meat in his hand and forced out a smile. He could not let his sadness aggravate the cold.
The sadness of the old man whom Wu respected the most.
"Grandma Sanfan, my mother just pickled sand worm meat jerky, I brought some here specially for you." Mark shouted cheerfully, then gently opened the door, and as soon as he entered the house, a smell of fragrance
It drifted into his nostrils, and he saw Grandma Sanfan cooking something, and the smell seemed to be sandworm porridge.
"Mark, you're here." Grandma Sanfan turned around, smiled reluctantly, and continued with her work. Mark saw the haggard Grandma Sanfan, with a heavy expression on her wrinkled face.
The deep sadness made his heart tremble slightly.
When Mark finally made up his mind to tell Grandma Sanfan the sad news about Han Wu's death and disappearance, the old man seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. The sad look was still clearly engraved in Mark's heart, and he could not forget it for a long time.
But, how can Mark comfort him? Haven't he endured the pain of losing Han Wu? He has been feeling guilty and blaming himself. If he could be stronger, strong enough to compete with the Sand Worm King, Han Wu would not
Buried in the vast desert by the Sandworm King.
During these three days, the village sent people to search for traces of Han Wu. Although everyone knew in their hearts that Han Wu might have been killed, they at least wanted to find her body. This beautiful, polite, and somewhat thin foreigner,
She was usually liked by everyone, and this time she sacrificed herself to save everyone, so we had to go all out to find her body.
Mark felt guilty and would come to Sanfan's grandma to stay with her every day, hoping that she would be more open-minded. However, Sanfan's grandma was always in a low mood, often in a daze alone, forgetting to eat. However, Sanfan's grandma was always there
At this time, a pot of sandworm porridge will be cooked.
"Grandma Sanfan, please forgive me, Xiao Wu doesn't want you to be so sad." Mark couldn't help but comfort him, but this comfort was so weak.
"Xiao Wu likes the porridge I cook very much. She drinks three bowls of it every day at this time. The child's satisfied expression after finishing the porridge really makes people's hearts warm." Grandma Sanfan ignored Mark's comfort and kept silent.
When he spoke, his words were plain, but there was a hint of sadness. Mark felt very sad when he heard it, and couldn't help but fell silent again.
"Mark, come and try grandma's cooking." Grandma Sanfan suddenly turned around, holding a bowl full of sandworm porridge in her hand, and said to Mark with a kind smile. However, Mark looked at Grandma Sanfan's
With such an expression, he felt even more sad. He knew that Grandma Sanfan had been enduring sadness in front of him, crying alone in the dead of night.
Damn Basha, if he hadn't attracted the Sandworm King, nothing would have happened to Xiao Wu! Mark thought bitterly, after the Sandworm King incident, Basha Bullock was expelled from the Sandworm Village, but this way
What's the use? Han Wu still can't come back safely. Mark is holding the dried sandworm meat and standing in front of Grandma Sanfan's door with a hesitant look on his face. Han Wu has been missing for three days, and now he has been missing for three days.
No trace of her has been found yet.
The moment Han Wu was dragged into the desert by the Sandworm King, Mark's heart seemed to be torn to pieces, and he also understood that his feelings for Han Wu were not friendship, but love. Unfortunately, all of this was too clear.
It was too late, and he regretted not confessing his love to Han Wu in time.
He had been having a hard time these days, but he also understood that there was another person who was also suffering. Mark glanced at the dried sandworm meat in his hand and forced out a smile. He could not let his sadness aggravate the cold.
The sadness of the old man whom Wu respected the most.
"Grandma Sanfan, my mother just pickled sand worm meat jerky, I brought some here specially for you." Mark shouted cheerfully, then gently opened the door, and as soon as he entered the house, a smell of fragrance
It drifted into his nostrils, and he saw Grandma Sanfan cooking something, and the smell seemed to be sandworm porridge.
"Mark, you're here." Grandma Sanfan turned around, smiled reluctantly, and continued with her work. Mark saw the haggard Grandma Sanfan, with a heavy expression on her wrinkled face.
The deep sadness made his heart tremble slightly.
When Mark finally made up his mind to tell Grandma Sanfan the sad news about Han Wu's death and disappearance, the old man seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. The sad look was still clearly engraved in Mark's heart, and he could not forget it for a long time.
But, how can Mark comfort him? Haven't he endured the pain of losing Han Wu? He has been feeling guilty and blaming himself. If he could be stronger, strong enough to compete with the Sand Worm King, Han Wu would not
Buried in the vast desert by the Sandworm King.
During these three days, the village sent people to search for traces of Han Wu. Although everyone knew in their hearts that Han Wu might have been killed, they at least wanted to find her body. This beautiful, polite, and somewhat thin foreigner,
She was usually liked by everyone, and this time she sacrificed herself to save everyone, so we had to go all out to find her body.
Mark felt guilty and would come to Sanfan's grandma to stay with her every day, hoping that she would be more open-minded. However, Sanfan's grandma was always in a low mood, often in a daze alone, forgetting to eat. However, Sanfan's grandma was always there
At this time, a pot of sandworm porridge will be cooked.
"Grandma Sanfan, please forgive me, Xiao Wu doesn't want you to be so sad." Mark couldn't help but comfort him, but this comfort was so weak.
"Xiao Wu likes the porridge I cook very much. She drinks three bowls of it every day at this time. The child's satisfied expression after finishing the porridge really makes people's hearts warm." Grandma Sanfan ignored Mark's comfort and kept silent.
When he spoke, his words were plain, but there was a hint of sadness. Mark felt very sad when he heard it, and couldn't help but fell silent again.
"Mark, come and try grandma's cooking." Grandma Sanfan suddenly turned around, holding a bowl full of sandworm porridge in her hand, and said to Mark with a kind smile. However, Mark looked at Grandma Sanfan's
With such an expression, he felt even more sad. He knew that Grandma Sanfan had been enduring sadness in front of him, crying alone in the dead of night.
Damn Basha, if he hadn't attracted the Sandworm King, nothing would have happened to Xiao Wu! Mark thought bitterly, after the Sandworm King incident, Basha Bullock was expelled from the Sandworm Village, but this way
What's the use? Han Wu still can't come back safely.