Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âWhat should we do?â Annie followed him timidly, not daring to stray far from him.
They had no chance of borrowing a phone from the homeowner since they werenât in.
Their hopes of getting saved were now dashed completely.
âCome over here.â Ye Sijue looked at her, took her little hand and pulled her over to the backyard.
Just then, a chilly breeze blew and Annie shrank into herself.
The wind in the forest wasnât really strong, but now that they were in an open area, it felt really cold.
It was also because of this that his hands felt really, really warm.
Annie gripped his hand instinctively.
Their fingers intertwined.
Ye Sijue felt the movement. He looked down and smiled lightly.
The pair walked to the backyard.
âThereâs a light here!â Annie was walking along the wall, and saw an oil lamp hanging on the wall.
âBut we donât have a lighterâ¦â she said gloomily.
Ye Sijue reached out to touch the lamp, and walked up the steps of the house.
Annie was about to sit down when Ye Sijue said, âWait.â
She looked at him uncomprehendingly.
Ye Sijue then took out a piece of cloth from somewhere. Placing it down, he said, âYou can sit now.â
Annie felt a warmth flood her heart as she sat down.
âBut, if we light the lamp, wonât the people who are following us discover us?â She asked in a low, worried voice.
Ye Sijue looked around. âThey probably wonât know which part of the forest we exited from. Also, there are people living here. If they see a light, theyâll think that itâs from the house. Hack, hack!â
âWhy are you coughing?â Annie asked, afraid that his illness had worsened.
Ye Sijue turned his head sideways in the dark, avoiding her gaze. After rearranging his features, he then turned to look at her and said, âIâm fine.â
Annie didnât believe him. âYou arenât fineâ Achoo!â
Unexpectedly, she sneezed.
âHave you caught a cold?â Ye Sijue reached out to place a hand on her forehead. He frowned. âWhy are you so cold?â
âI think youâre too warm. Are you feverish again?â Annie pulled his hand down and reached out to test his temperature.
However, Ye Sijue moved away.
âIâm not feverish. Youâre just cold from the cold wind.â Ye Sijue Ye Sijue took her into his arms and rubbed her arms.
Even though Annie suspected that there was something wrong, she still couldnât help but snuggled into his embrace.
She asked in a choked voice, âWill we freeze to death?â
âWeâd only freeze to death if there was snow, so no,â Ye Sijue comforted her gently.
He looked back at the back door of the house and his gaze changed.
âWait here.â
âWhere are you going? Donât leave me!â Annie grasped his sleeve subconsciously, not wanting him to leave.
âIâll be right here; Iâm no going anywhere. You can let me go,â Ye Sijue assured. He caressed her cheeks with his broad palms and kissed her forehead gently.
Annie hesitated but still didnât let go and instead tightened her grip. She shook her head. âNo.â
Even though she didnât know what he wanted to do, she didnât want to separate from him.
Ye Sijue thought for a while. Embracing her as he stood, he said, âStand here. Youâll be able to see me then.â