C812 Climb to the top of the mountain for a spring dream

Both of Wang Gongnan's hands held a knife as he dug small holes in the stone wall. His body was rising bit by bit, but the rising speed was also becoming slower and slower.

He was simply too tired. He had a misconception that letting go of his hand like this would be too worthwhile. As long as he could close his eyes and sleep, it would be worth more than anything.

However