Han Yurou probably understood.

Pan Wenguang's people are all in a coma, which means they will wake up sometimes.

When neither of them spoke, Rong Jincheng walked with her on his back, panting and feeling very tired.

Fortunately, Han Yurou is not heavy.

Afraid that she would fall asleep, he would take the initiative to talk to her: "Are you cold? If you are cold, you can come close to me. It's okay, right?"

"It's still cold when I'm close to you, and you're not a heater."

"It will be better."

"It doesn't matter."

Rong Jincheng was unwilling to get close to him even if he was freezing? Is he a scourge?

"Where have you been during this time? It seems that I haven't seen you for a long time." Han Yurou asked proactively, her voice was very soft, trembling, and quite cold.

"I thought you wouldn't care about me anymore, so I didn't go anywhere." Rong Jincheng didn't say, "Anyway, you don't want to see me. Instead of hanging around in front of you and making you feel disgusted, it's better to leave voluntarily so as not to annoy others."

"Yin and yang weird."

Rong Jincheng smiled.

After talking to her, it seemed like she wasn't so cold anymore, maybe it was because she had lost all feeling in her limbs.

The snow was still falling with no sign of stopping, and there was no light around. Occasionally, Rong Jincheng would ask her to turn on the flashlight.

As I walked, "plop"——

Rong Jincheng's vision went dark and he fell heavily. Before falling, he protected Han Yurou with his hands, fearing that she would fall on the snow.

"Rong Jincheng!" Han Yurou shook his arm quickly, "Rong Jincheng, wake up, what's wrong? Wake up!"

Rong Jincheng was silent.

Han Yurou was frightened and panicked: "You are talking, are you feeling cold? You are talking."

She turned on the flashlight and covered him with the falling snowflakes with her hands.

Under the beam of light, Rong Jincheng's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were even black and blue from the cold.

Han Yurou raised her eyes and looked around. She shone her flashlight back and forth, and seemed to see a place where she could hide, which was an abandoned wooden house.

They really had to go into the woods.

"Hold on." Han Yurou looked nervous, her pupils were constricted, and her hands were shaking slightly.

So cold.

It was freezing and snowy, no one was around, and it was pitch black.

The sky is blue and the fields are vast.

The sky is as dark as ink. If you turn off the flashlight, you can't see anything.

They have walked for so long, and it stands to reason that they have gone a long way. Will Pan Wenguang catch up to them soon?

Han Yurou was delicate and frail, so she dragged Rong Jincheng towards the cabin. Fortunately, Rong Jincheng was tall but not heavy.

"Rong Jincheng, please speak, don't scare me..." There was a cry in her voice, she was trembling with fear, and her nose was sore.

So scared.

In the wilderness.

She dragged him to the wooden house, exerting all her strength, and a layer of sweat broke out behind her.

In addition to dust, the old wooden house has worn-out wooden furniture.

Fortunately, it can cover the wind and rain.

Han Yurou touched a box of matches, and then touched a lighter from Rong Jincheng.

She didn't dare light a fire, but she had no choice.

She tore open a few books and carefully lit them with matches. In an instant, the fire illuminated the wooden house.

But, it was only for a moment.

Blocking the wind and snow outside, it was much warmer inside the house. She also held Rong Jincheng's hand to warm him. While warming it, she choked with fear: "Wake up, wake up, don't scare me... I'm scared."

... As long as you wake up, I will never quarrel with you again... Or, just write off the past and pretend it never happened... Just wake up..."

She was talking incoherently, and she was cold and shivering.
Chapter completed!