"It's none of your business."

To Huo Yeshuo, this meant, "I'm waiting for someone, and that person isn't you. Don't flatter yourself."

"are you sure?"

Huo Yeshuo's voice trembled slightly, whether from anger or some other reason was unclear.

Lin Zhenzhen sniffed: "I, I'm sure, please let go."

His throat bobbed, and the pressure on his hand loosened slightly.

Lin Zhenzhen's wrist immediately broke free from his palm, seemingly without the slightest hesitation.

Huo Yeshuo lowered his eyes, all traces of expression vanished from his face, leaving only a cold, condescending air on his exquisitely beautiful face.

Lin Zhenzhen didn't even look at him, and turned around to walk towards the broken hole in the roadside.

Huo Yeshuo knew he should get in the car, turn around, and leave without a trace of regret.

However, the truth is that his feet seemed to be welded to the spot, and he couldn't move an inch.

Lin Zhenzhen wasn't wearing shoes; she stepped barefoot onto the rough asphalt surface.

She didn't know how far she had walked; her once fair feet were now covered in black mud.

The heel that was exposed after turning around was a bloody mess. The wound had not been treated, and the blood had dried into clumps, looking like an ugly, dark red scar.

Huo Yeshuo's gaze moved from bottom to top, and he then noticed that she had more than one injury. There were scratches on her calves and exposed arms.

His breath hitched, and an overwhelming, dense pain surged in his heart.

Lin Zhenzhen had already crouched down. She turned on her phone's flashlight, pointed it at the slope below, peeked out, stretched her neck, and kept changing angles to search for something.

"I saw it!" Her voice was filled with undisguised joy.

Lin Zhenzhen took a few more steps forward.

She held up the withered tree branch she had picked up and carefully examined it, bit by bit.

Perhaps because the distance was too far and the branches were not long enough, Lin Zhenzhen could only keep stretching her body forward.

After several attempts, half of her body was almost suspended in mid-air.

Huo Yeshuo watched her retreating figure, his heart clenching with anxiety.

Lin Zhenzhen shook her right hand, which was already sore and numb, and then twisted her wrist, drawing a circle from top to bottom.

This time, the tip of the branch finally caught on the button on the edge of the necklace. Just as a hint of joy appeared on Lin Zhenzhen's face, she lost her balance.

She instinctively turned her head, wanting to grab the tree stump behind her, but what she saw was Huo Yeshuo's extremely panicked face.

After a half-second of hesitation, Lin Zhenzhen's hand missed its target.

Her shoulder tilted, causing her entire body to plummet down the cliff.

At this critical moment, a large hand reached out from behind and grabbed Lin Zhenzhen's waist, stopping her in mid-air.

Huo Yeshuo was panting heavily.

My heart was subjected to two powerful shocks in just five minutes, being thrown into the air and then falling back into my chest, and it was pounding wildly out of control.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and he roared at the question as if he were about to grind his teeth to powder.

"Lingzhen, are you really courting death?"

The person in her arms did not respond.

She was probably terrified too, burying her head deep in his chest, her body still trembling uncontrollably.

Huo Yeshuo felt a weight on his body and looked down to see that the hem of his clothes was being pulled hard by her hands.

Lin Zhenzhen was like a lost cub who had finally found a familiar nest. She let down her guard and leaned on him with all her might.

Huo Yeshuo's throat tightened, and the harsh words he had been holding back suddenly became impossible to utter.

Reason and emotion were completely separated, pulling at each other in his mind and tormenting him.

In the end, Huo Yeshuo's defenses completely collapsed.

He told himself that this was the only time he would allow himself to be foolish.

After tonight, he and the person in front of him will go their separate ways, and there can be no further entanglement or involvement between them.

Huo Yeshuo grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

The person in his arms moved her head, raising her chin to reveal only her watery eyes.

"No, I can't leave. My...thing is lost."

Huo Yeshuo suppressed his anger: "What could be more important than your life?"

Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"It's too dangerous to stay here now. This is a bend in the road, and a car could pass by at any time. If you're not careful, you could have a traffic accident."

Huo Yeshuo took a deep breath and said patiently in a low voice, "How about I bring people up to find it for you when it's light tomorrow?"

“But it’s going to rain tonight.” Lin Zhenzhen looked at him, like a child who had lost a favorite toy, stubbornly and somewhat unreasonably, “It might not be found tomorrow.”

Huo Yeshuo's brows were furrowed into a tight knot. He was about to ask what it was that he couldn't bear to part with?

His eyes suddenly noticed her empty left earlobe, and he was instantly enraged, gripping her shoulder so hard he almost crushed it.

Lin Zhenzhen struggled for a moment, then softly whimpered and called his name.

Huo Yeshuo looked at her intently for a few moments, then released Lin Zhenzhen's shoulders, instead grabbing her wrist and forcefully pulling her towards the car.

"If it's lost, it's lost. The person who gave it to you doesn't care. Only someone as foolish as you would treat it like a treasure."

"If you want it, I can find you the exact same one right away. Are you satisfied now?!"

Upon hearing Huo Yeshuo's words, Lin Zhenzhen suddenly gave up struggling, like a puppet being manipulated, and was stuffed into the carriage by him.