Chapter 39 Chapter 39 You are really so arrogant

In the blizzard, the world was reduced to a blanket of white, blurry shadows, and the whistling of the wind. The wind blew fiercely, and the oncoming cold felt like a knife piercing my body.

Xin Tong didn't know how long she had been walking.

The snow beneath my feet grew thicker and thicker, making movement increasingly difficult.

She couldn't see the way forward, nor could she turn back.

The only person she could trust in the whole world was the tall man walking in front of her, holding her hand tightly.

…

The two finally found a small cave before they were almost exhausted.

A blizzard raged outside the cave, and the temperature was even lower than when the two had skied before. Even wearing thick ski suits, they couldn't help but shiver in the cold wind.

This is a small snow cave under a huge rock.

The two hid inside, keeping the wind and snow out of the cave.

Upon entering, Xin Tong was surprised to find traces of other people's activity in the cave. Several leftover cans lay in the corner, and a gray-black circle on the ground, the remains of a fire.

Asahidake is also very beautiful in all seasons, with its autumn leaves and alpine plants. Many European and American backpackers come here for hiking. The human traces here look like they've been there.

Xin Tong squatted down to investigate. The can's packaging was printed in English, indicating that the contents had been consumed. The other corners were gloomy, and she didn't dare go over, fearing there might be animals. She could only stand near the cave entrance, where there was a little more light.

The accident happened too suddenly.

Both of them were speechless at this time.

When the blizzard hit, everything got out of control. Now it was a real matter of life and death.

The blizzard made the rescue extremely difficult, and the wait seemed endless. The sun was only a few hours away from setting. Once they descended into darkness, hypothermia would worsen, and they might freeze to death.

From time to time, cold wind blew in from the cave entrance, and the cave was filled with a chilling chill.

The wind was strong at the cave entrance, and she sat there with her arms folded. The discovery of past human activity in the cave brought her a modicum of comfort. When faced with overwhelming nature, humans become increasingly aware of their own insignificance. At such times, any human activity that connects them to it fosters a precious sense of community and security.

Sense of community.

sense of security.

When these two words came into her mind, at this moment, she only thought of one person.

She couldn't help but secretly raise her eyes to look at the tall black figure on the right.

Jiang Chongyan was already preparing to light the fire.

He had a lighter and matches with him. Most of the small branches he could find in the cave were soaked in snow, dark and damp, and difficult to light.

A storm was raging outside the cave, and visibility was extremely low, practically drowning in the blizzard. So, he could only search the cave for what little he could find, trying not to leave. He held up his cell phone's flashlight and searched the corners, finally piling together everything he could find that could be used to light a fire. He squatted down and began to try to start a fire.

Xin Tong huddled in the corner.

Staring at him without blinking.

The man said nothing, lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and worked quietly with his hands.

Most of his hair was wet from the snow, and its light golden color had turned darker. Strands of wet hair fell in front of his forehead, swaying slightly with the movement of his hands.

He seems to have always been like this.

He has no habit of consulting with others. He always acts alone, taking responsibility for his own actions and never regretting what he says or does. He is efficient and decisive, never considering social etiquette or politeness. He is aggressive, rebellious, confident, and unruly.

Because I am used to being alone, I don’t talk much. I don’t explain, nor do I want to explain.

Do more, talk less.

Xin Tong sat there and watched silently for a long time.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and she shivered suddenly. Then she came to her senses and lowered her head to touch her whole body.

Only then did she realize that her shoes were already soaked and her clothes were full of snow. When she rolled down the hill, the collar of her coat was filled with snow, which pressed down heavily and melted into snow water by her body temperature, almost soaking her entire coat.

It's cold if you take off your clothes.

But wet clothes make you feel even colder.

She struggled for a long time before deciding to take off her coat, put it aside, and sat there shaking, staring at the dark ground in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly bursts of black smoke floated in front of my eyes.

The next second, the man walked to her side, bent down to pick up the wet clothes she had put aside, and said expressionlessly:

"Go sit over there."

Xin Tong was stunned.

Turning around, I saw that the pile of messy branches and leaves had actually ignited a small cluster of red flames.

Warm. Bright.

The small flame in the snow was not very noticeable, but it illuminated a dark and cold corner.

The fire flickered violently, leaving shadows on the wall.

Light and heat, traces of life.

...He actually succeeded.

I stood up blankly and walked over. Just as I sat down, I heard Jiang Chongyan say:

"Sit on the left."

"Why?"

"No reason."

He walked over, his tone calm.

Then he took her arm, pulled her to the left, and sat down on her shoulders.

She sat down in the same place where she had just been.

He picked up the wet clothes she had just taken off, held them in his hands, placed them next to the fire, and propped them up with branches to dry them.

The firelight danced warmly.

As soon as he sat down, the flames that had been dancing violently due to the turbulent wind suddenly became stable.

Xin Tong stared at him for a while before realizing that he was sitting with his back to the cave entrance.

Xin Tong suddenly understood:

——He is blocking the wind.

The flame is bright and hot, but it is precious and fragile. It is windy and snowy outside, and the weak flame can be easily extinguished by the wind.

The man had broad shoulders, and once he sat down he blocked most of the wind, allowing the small flame to burn slowly and continuously.

Looking again, his slender hands were already red from the cold.

The tall and thin man sat casually and unfocused, with his eyes downcast, but his face still expressionless.

The cold wind blew forward from behind, blowing his damp blond hair forward, lightly brushing the side of his thin, sharp face. The strands of hair on top of his head swayed in the whistling wind.

When Jiang Chongyan did these things, it seemed as if it was natural.

He doesn't like others thanking him for anything, nor does he think that he is doing good things. He never thinks of himself as a gentle and kind person.

When he passes by with his skateboard in his pocket, he will rarely stop to help you.

After helping you, he lost his patience before you could even say thank you. He kicked his long legs and slid away coldly. From a distance, all you could see was the young master's tall back, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his fluffy light golden hair in the sunlight.

That's just the kind of person he is.

A small red flame blazed in the dark, damp cave. Xin Tong sat quietly beside the fire, her frozen body gradually warmed.

The cave was huge, the snow-capped mountains were huge, and the world was raging with wind and snow. But beside her, there was only this dancing red flame and him.

She lowered her head.

I couldn’t tell whether I was in a daze or if a sense of lightness was slowly growing in my heart.

Fire burned in her eyes.

The heart seemed to beat along with the leaping flames.

No one spoke.

The only sound was the subtle crackling of burning branches.

In the silence, Xin Tong's stomach suddenly growled.

"..." She shuddered, her eyes rolled, and she looked at the man before quickly looking away.

"I'm not hungry."

There is no silver here.

With their lives at risk, how could they find food and drink? Xin Tong decided to endure it.

Jiang Chongyan glanced at her.

After a few seconds, he said, "When the wind and snow die down a bit, I'll go out and find something to eat."

Xin Tong fell silent. Not to mention who knew when the storm would stop, even if it did, the snow outside was so thick it would be difficult to walk, and where would one find food?

She glanced around and suddenly stood up.

"Let me look for it first. Just in case there are any fish that have slipped through the net."

She turned on her phone's flashlight and squatted in a dark corner, rummaging around. Aside from a pile of worn, dirty clothes and a few empty cans, she searched from left to right and unexpectedly stumbled upon a long, deep crevice extending into the ground. With the flashlight in hand, she was about to dive in.

The next second, the ankle was grabbed.

Then someone grabbed his ankle and dragged him out.

"what!"

Xin Tong turned around in anger, his face gloomy.

"I just saw some uneaten compressed biscuits down there!"

Jiang Chongyan stood in front of her, crossed his arms and sneered.

"I won't save you if you fall."

Xin Tong hummed and ignored him, turned around and continued searching at the wall.

Jiang Chongyan stood behind her, staring at her leisurely.

Suddenly, her surprised voice was heard.

"Jiang Chongyan! Jiang Chongyan! Come quickly!"

Xin Tong suddenly pulled out two round objects from a dark gray mass of unknown substance.

She was so happy as if she had made some great invention, and presented it to the man like a treasure.

--"sweet potato!"

But the man in front of her didn't seem happy. He lowered his eyes and stared at her face with a frown.

He seemed to be holding it in for a long time and didn't say anything. After several seconds, he finally turned around, bent down, picked up the wet coat that was hung up to dry, and threw it on her head.

Xin Tong's eyes were suddenly covered by the coat, and she hurriedly pulled it off, angrily, "You do this again!"

"Wipe your face."

The man's voice sounded faintly disdainful.

"As dirty as the kid in the laundry detergent commercial."

…

These are two gray, extremely small sweet potatoes.

At this moment, eating something is not only to fill your stomach and replenish energy, but also to make your body warmer and your mood better.

She happily buried the sweet potatoes in the fire.

"One for you and one for me, that's exactly two."

"I don't want to eat."

Hearing his voice, Xin Tong turned around. The young master had never been one to be frugal or pretentious. She observed Jiang Chongyan's expression and realized that he really didn't want to eat.

"I don't eat much. I'm used to being hungry."

Xin Tong saw the nonchalant expression on the man's face and suddenly thought of Cheng Qi's words.

Yes, she had gone to BEGIN to find him before. Cheng Qi and everyone in the dance troupe had said that this person only ate one meal a day, had a disordered sleep and rest schedule, didn't drink water, and only liked to drink carbonated drinks, but his physical fitness was still very good.

"Oh my god," Xin Tong lamented, "how much happiness must you have missed out on in your daily life."

Soon the sweet aroma of sweet potatoes filled the air. Xin Tong dug one out, peeled it, and took a bite.

“It’s delicious!”

Xin Tong was about to cry. This little roasted sweet potato was her only comfort in the icy snow. It was sweet, soft, and fragrant. At that moment, she felt that no other delicacies could compare to this little roasted sweet potato.

"Try my roasted sweet potatoes!"

Before he could say no, the hot food was already placed before his mouth. Jiang Chongyan stared at her with his dark eyes for a few seconds, but he finally took it, his brows expression calm, and took a bite.

"How is it?" She leaned close to him and looked at him expectantly.

It tastes really good.

It was beyond Jiang Chongyan's expectation.

He swallowed it, but said two words calmly, "Average."

“…” Xin Tong narrowed her eyes.

Just by looking at the subtle expression on the man's face when he put the food in his mouth, she knew that he actually thought it was delicious.

But he just insisted on saying it was normal.

"Tsundere."

Xin Tong looked at him and sighed, "You are really so arrogant."

"I've finally discovered that you don't tell the truth. You clearly like something but you say you don't, you clearly think it's good but you say it's not. From now on, when I listen to you, I'm going to listen to you the other way around."

"Is this delicious?" she asked again.

“…It’s not tasty.”

Xin Tong smiled, "Yeah, I see, it means delicious."

Jiang Chongyan's face darkened.

Look away and don't look at her.

She put her hands on the sides of his legs, leaned closer to him, and blinked coquettishly.

"Am I good-looking?"

Jiang Chongyan said coldly, "It doesn't look good."

Xin Tong's smile widened a little, "It seems that I am a peerless beauty in your heart."

She grabbed the man's chin and forced him to look at her. In his slightly shocked eyes, she slowly moved closer until the distance between them became closer and closer, until their eyes met and there was no way back, until their warm breaths gently mixed together and entangled in this world of ice and snow.

Xin Tong stared into his eyes and spoke word by word.

"That time you returned to the Jiang family's old house..."

"Is it for me?"