C700 Who is the real one who is the fake one?

Who is the real one?

The mud began to dry, making Wang Shuo very uncomfortable.

He squatted down. This night passed by very slowly, as if there was no end to it.

Wang Shuo once again lifted his head and looked at the starry sky through the gaps of his eyes. He just watched, unmoving. This whole process was very tiring, but Wang Shuo didn't move an inch. He was only watching