Mark carried the sandworm jerky and stood in front of Grandma Sanfan's door, with a hesitant expression. It's been three days, and Han Wu has been missing for three days, and still hasn't found any trace of her.

At the moment when Han Wu was dragged into the desert by the Sand Worm King, Mark's heart seemed to be torn apart, and he also understood that his feelings for Han Wu were not friendship, but love. It's a pity that all this was understood too late, and he regretted not confessing to Han Wu in time.

These days, he has had a hard time, but he also understands that there is another person who is also suffering. Mark glanced at the sandworm jerky in his hand and squeezed out a smile, he couldn't let his grief add to the grief of the old man whom Han Wu respected the most.

"Grandma Sanfan, my mother just pickled the sandworm jerky, and I brought some for you." Mark shouted heartily, then gently pushed the door open, and as soon as he entered the room, a smell wafted into his nostrils, and he saw Grandma Sanban cooking something, and it smelled like sandworm porridge.

"Mark, you're here." Grandma Sanban turned around, smiled a little reluctantly, and continued with her work. Mark saw the haggard face of the third grandmother, whose wrinkled face was filled with deep sadness, which made his heart tremble slightly.

When Mark finally made up his mind to tell the bad news of Han Wu's death and disappearance to his grandmother Sanfan, the old man seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and his sad look was still clearly engraved in Mark's heart, which he could not forget for a long time.

But how can Mark comfort him? Isn't he himself suffering from the loss of Shizuki? He has been feeling guilty and blaming himself, if he can be stronger, strong enough to fight with the Sandworm King, Han Wu will not be buried in the vast desert by the Sandworm King.

During these three days, the village sent people to search for Han Wu's traces, although everyone knew in their hearts that Han Wu might have been killed, but at least her body had to be recovered. This beautiful, polite, and somewhat thin foreigner is usually liked by everyone, and this time she was sacrificed to save everyone, so she had to do her best to find her body.

With guilt, Mark would come to Grandma Sanban every day to accompany her, hoping that she would be able to see a little bit. It's just that Grandma Sanban's mood has always been low, and she often goes alone in a daze and forgets to eat. However, Grandma Sanban has been cooking a pot of sandworm porridge at this time.

"Grandma Sanfan, let's mourn, Xiao Wu doesn't want you to be so sad." Mark couldn't help but let out a voice of comfort, but the comfort was so weak.

"Xiao Wu likes the porridge I cook very much, and she has to drink three bowls at this time of day, and the child's satisfied expression after drinking the porridge will really make people's hearts warm." Grandma Sanban ignored Mark's reassurance, and spoke to herself, her words were flat, but she implied sadness. Mark listened very sadly, and couldn't help but be silent again.

"Come, Mark, try grandma's handiwork." Grandma Sanban suddenly turned around, holding a bowl full of sandworm porridge in her hand, and said to Mark with a kind smile. It's just that Mark looked at Grandma Sanfan's expression, and his heart was even more uncomfortable, he knew that Grandma Sanban had been enduring grief in front of him, and she was alone in the dead of night crying.

Abominable Basha, if he hadn't attracted the Sand Worm King, Xiao Wu wouldn't have had an accident! Mark thought to himself hatefully, after the Sandworm King incident, Basha Bullock was expelled from the Sandworm Village, but what was the use of that? Han Wu still can't come back safely.