Yao Ke carefully picked up the thermos of hot water someone had left, filling both his and Luo Dawei's canteens. To them, water was now more valuable than gold, and not a drop could be wasted. After filling both canteens, he noticed a bit of hot water left in the thermos. Yao Ke first thought of fetching Little One's canteen.
Just as he was about to turn around and go out to find someone, he suddenly noticed something familiar in Luo Dawei's hand.
Luo Dawei had just entered, plopping down on the makeshift folding bed set up by his adjutant, reaching for his bag, and then he spotted something on his bed that didn't belong to him.
Two pairs of leg wraps?
The colors were not only beautiful but also fashionable. Who sent them? Luo Dawei couldn't believe his adjutant had prepared them for him.
He, Luo Dawei, wasn't seventy or eighty years old. What would he need such leg wraps for?
