Therefore, the avalanche rushed down along the platform, and the cliff hiding below the platform would not be washed away by the heavy snow.
As the snow washed down like a torrential mudslide, the immense force nearly swept away those already inside the cliff face. Fortunately, at Qian Yeming's reminder, Ji Feng and Qing Feng tied their waist chains to Qian Yeming and Murong Xiao. Then, they clung tightly to a rock within and plunged their daggers into the cliff face, preventing themselves from being swept into the catastrophe.
The avalanche came and went quickly. In just a few minutes, the entire mountain returned to its previous tranquility.
"My Lord, my Lord, how are you?"
After the avalanche, the strong wind and the light breeze finally cleared away the thick pile of snow that hit Qian Yeming's face.
"Don't worry about me, go see how Xiao'er is doing."
"yes."
The strong wind and the light breeze immediately wiped the snow off Murong Xiao's face. After the overwhelming avalanche just now, Murong Xiao, who was in a deep coma, woke up slowly due to the perception of danger. As soon as he woke up, he heard Qian Yeming's voice.
"Ming, I'm fine..."
Afraid that Qian Yeming would worry, Murong Xiao said something and then fell unconscious again.
At night, Murong Xiao woke up. The tent was completely dark, and she could only hear the sound of steady breathing beside her.
"Xiao'er, are you awake?" Qian Yeming's voice sounded softly from the side, as if testing her, but afraid of waking her up.
"deep!"
Murong Xiao responded and tried to move his right arm. The dislocated part had been reattached. Now, apart from a burning pain in the base of his left hand, he was fine.
"There is a night-shining pearl under the pillow."
Murong Xiao felt under the pillow and found the night pearl. Suddenly the tent became bright.
"Ming, are you feeling unwell?"
Under the illumination of the night pearl, Qian Yeming's face was pale. Murong Xiao moved to his side worriedly and stroked his face with his unbandaged hand.
Without the protection of his inner strength, Qian Yeming's entire body was icy cold. Murong Xiao covered him with the quilt that had slipped off. Before Qian Yeming could speak, he asked, "Are you cold?"
Looking at Murong Xiao's heavily bandaged hands and the scratches all over her face, Qian Yeming smiled and said, "Aside from being unable to move, I don't feel any discomfort. I'm not cold."
Qian Yeming's answer made Murong Xiao frown slightly. He reached out and held Qian Yeming's cold hand, and asked, "Can you feel my hand?"
Qian Yeming's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said, "No."
Knowing that he must be feeling very uncomfortable right now, Murong Xiao crawled into bed and covered himself with the same quilt as him. He then pulled the quilt next to him over to cover both of them. He pressed his body tightly against his, put his arms around his waist and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, don't worry. This is only temporary, there won't be any big problems."
Qian Yeming's eyes lit up slightly. He had been wondering what would happen to Xiao'er if he had to lie like this for the rest of his life. Should he let her go and find happiness in the rest of her life, or should he satisfy his own selfish desires and keep her by his side?
"You mean, I won't stay like this forever? I'll be okay? There's still a chance I can stand up again?"
Murong Xiao buried his face in Qian Yeming's arms and nodded, "Of course! Don't worry!"
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