As soon as there was a gap, the white fog immediately obscured the figures of the two people.
It was like a sheer layer of plain muslin had been draped over them.
Blurry and indistinct, it was hard to make out.
"What do you think they're doing up ahead, standing so close together?"
Gregory Lawrence was curious.
Being in this desolate place, Arnold Simmons just glanced once and looked away, his voice cold and indifferent, "I don't know."
Gregory Lawrence didn't mind his indifference at all and talked to himself, "Are they whispering to each other?"
Arnold Simmons ignored him.
Gregory Lawrence nonetheless continued to chat away happily to himself.
...
Time seemed to pass particularly slowly in the white fog.
Arnold Simmons kept track of the time, and by the second day, Gregory Lawrence was already struggling to keep up.
Although Arnold Simmons found him quite annoying, he knew that now was not the time for nitpicking, and could only stretch out his hand to support him.
