Song Qingmo kept throwing the rope upwards at the edge of the crevice, but there was no fixed object on it. With a slight pull, the rope fell down again. He could only watch helplessly at the bottom of the cliff.
Why did this happen? A good summer vacation was delayed by this incident. Forget about going to look at houses. It's not certain whether he will live or die. Song Qingmo stared at the cliff more than ten meters away from him with a frustrated look.
Through the cracks came the whistling of snowflakes, accompanied by the sound of a strong wind. If heard at night, one might mistake it for the roar of some wild animal. It was almost dark, and the valley seemed eerily quiet. Song Qingmo was very curious. Where had Mu Hengshi gone? He looked left and right, but there was no one in sight. The man did not come to harass him. Song Qingmo was also happy to be free, pulling the rope in his hand and turning back.
Mu Hengshi was exploring the gap in front to see if there was any other way for them to go up. He didn't know when the search and rescue team would arrive. Like Song Qingmo, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
He thought about a lot of things on the way here. He finally understood why Song Qingmo hated him so much after his 16th birthday. All the memories since his rebirth came to his mind. He felt that he was a big idiot. He was actually plotted against by Xu Feng and then played around by Wen Zhiling.
It was not until Song Qingmo's death that he regained his memory and realized that the lingering figure in his mind was not Wen Zhiling's, but Song Qingmo's. However, there was a destiny in the dark. He met Wen Zhiling first, so he thought that the similar figure was the same person. It was really wrong.
There was nothing but snow in the valley. Mu Hengshi dragged his body covered with scratches and moved forward slowly. The pain was nothing to him.
Since his death, he traveled to various small worlds and became the most miserable protagonist in the sad novels. Only then did he deeply understand how desperate and painful Song Qingmo was at the time. Of course, it was impossible for him to be heartbroken. He had experienced all the old clichés such as the male protagonist digging out his liver and lungs and giving him blood transfusions to save Bai Yueguang.
Because of this, he vowed never to force Song Qingmo to do anything he didn't like. He would slowly get in touch with Song Qingmo, beg for his mercy, and force love on him, but he really couldn't do that anymore. If he did that, his wife would really run away.
Mu Hengshi didn't want Song Qingmo to know that he was the bastard from his previous life. He hadn't done anything wrong in this life, and Song Qingmo was quite tolerant of this version of himself. But if he knew that he was also reborn, let alone slowly melting the iceberg, it would be normal for him to be afraid of never seeing each other again.
Here, Song Xingwu lay in the valley, nearing death. His body was too exhausted to sustain him. The man he longed for in his heart never came, even as he battled death. Song Xingwu didn't complain, though. Life and death are unpredictable, and it's common to have regrets before death. He accepted his fate and slowly closed his eyes. As he closed them, he seemed to hear a cacophony of voices. He wondered if it was just a dying illusion.
Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi's men were also frustrated. They had come here to rescue people, but their respective employers had disappeared. Initially, they had planned to split up, but they were too few in number and couldn't afford to lose anyone else. It was more important to rescue Song Xingwu, who had been trapped for days. Their bosses were all skilled and mature beyond their years, so they should be fine. After hastily making a decision, they slowly approached the red dot that appeared on the satellite map.
Unexpectedly, when they found Song Xingwu, he had already fainted. Fortunately, he was not in shock. They urgently gave him first aid. Song Xingwu was not seriously injured and finally saved his life. However, it was getting dark, so they could only set up camp here.
When the accident happened, we had already contacted the people in the base camp using a satellite phone, and we will definitely be able to rescue everyone by tomorrow morning.
A few bright yellow lights flickered in the valley, leaving Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo trapped in the cold cave. Luckily, they'd also found some fallen branches and leaves. Song Qingmo imitated a video he'd seen of people making fire by drilling wood together, diligently rubbing the surface of the wood back and forth. His fair hands were rubbed red, but after a long effort, he only managed to create a dark hole.
"Let me do it. If you keep grinding, your hands will get blisters." Mu Hengshi had been keeping an eye on the situation here. At first, he wanted to help, but Song Qingmo scolded him and told him to go into the cave to rest.
Song Qingmo didn't even look at him and continued to repeat the same action. "I don't feel much pain in my body now. Don't worry. At least I can still use my hands." Mu Hengshi spoke again.
"Stay away from me. I've had enough bad luck today, and I don't want to be tainted by your bad luck any more." Song Qingmo glanced at Mu Hengshi with disdain. "Okay," Mu Hengshi lowered his head, a little hurt. He had already found the way, but out of selfishness, he didn't tell Song Qingmo, just to be alone with him for one more day.
He still remembered the time when he was trapped on the island. At that time, he and Song Qingmo were already at odds with each other. It was the year when Song Qingmo hated him the most, and it was also the year when he tortured Song Qingmo the most. But when they were on the island, it was the last happy time they had together. The current situation was similar.
The cave was already pitch black, with a faint wisp of black smoke visible. Mu Hengshi groped his way towards the source of the smoke, trying to keep his steps as light as possible. Song Qingmo hadn't noticed that Mu Hengshi was slowly approaching him, pretending to obey him but secretly disobeying him.
It's freezing. If the fire is not lit, the search and rescue team may only find two popsicles. Song Qingmo muttered in his heart, but his eyes were still focused on the drill hole of Mars.
He had no idea that a hand was slowly reaching up to his arm in the darkness. "Song Qingmo, let go and let me do it." "Oh my god! What the hell is that?" Song Qingmo was about to shake off the cold object holding his arm, but Mu Hengshi held onto his shaking hand tightly, holding it steady without moving.
"Mu Hengshi! Are you sick? I told you to stay away. Why do you feel uncomfortable all over even if you don't get sick for a day?" Song Qingmo realized that the hand was Mu Hengshi's hand after hearing the voice. He thought it was a snake.
"Sorry, don't be afraid, this is my hand. I just want you to rest. You've been tired all day. Leave the rest to me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that it will be like before. You don't want that either, so let me do it." Mu Hengshi smiled in the dark, but his voice was rare and sincere.
"Okay, come on, I'm not going to wait on you yet," Song Qingmo distanced himself from Mu Hengshi and squatted to the side, farthest away from him. Mu Hengshi saw Song Qingmo running away anxiously like a rabbit seeing a wolf, and he just thought it was cute. He looked away, said nothing more, and hurried to finish the rest of the work.
The fire ignited instantly, and Song Qingmo quickly threw the dry branches and fire starters next to the flames. In the light of the fire, Mu Hengshi could see Song Qingmo's angry face again, glaring at him.
Mu Hengshi, who had long been accustomed to it, tilted his head and gave Song Qingmo a smile in return. Song Qingmo saw that he was discovered, turned his head silently and stopped looking at him.
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