C507 Looking for the Exit

"I'm starving," Oaklee said, pressing her hands against her stomach and whispering, "I wish I had a steamed bun right now."

She had once indulged in every imaginable delicacy and had never known the pang of hunger or the worry of where her next meal would come from.

But here, trapped in the depths of the valley, even a simple steamed bun seemed like a luxury beyond reach