Without wasting any words, Song Nuan quickly gave the approximate location.
Qiu Rong and her group might not understand, but the villagers certainly knew which spot had both a hillside and a view of the village's red flag.
"Mr. Song, please turn on GPS. I'll have the programmers locate your position. The cell phone signal is too weak to contact you frequently."
"good."
Taking advantage of the good signal and the fact that they could still make contact, Qiu Rong asked as quickly as possible, "How are your injuries? Do you need us to bring any first-aid supplies up?"
"I twisted my ankle and can't walk, and I have other injuries..."
Before he could finish speaking, the familiar static sound came again.
Song Nuan cursed under her breath and could only hang up the phone. Her only consolation was that Qiu Rong at least knew about her situation.
The wounds are not serious, but there are many.
A moment later, Song Nuan felt dizzy even while sitting, her mind was foggy, and she was getting sleepier and sleepier. She suspected it was a side effect of losing too much blood.
I turned the bag inside out several times but couldn't find anything that would be usable.
She was so angry that she threw her bag halfway down, feeling both angry and regretful. She should have brought some medicine for her injuries, or at least some food to replenish her energy.
However, worse things were yet to come.
About half an hour later, the azure sky suddenly turned gray.
That wasn't a normal change after sunset; it was more like a sign of an impending storm.
Song Nuanxin died.
Now we have no choice but to leave.
Waiting for Qiu Rong to bring rescue is obviously not an option. There is no shelter here, and it's on a slope. If it rains, anything heavy could be washed down the mountain, and it would be a real injustice if someone were crushed to death.
Even if she was lucky enough not to be killed, her wound was open and there was a high chance of infection.
Song Nuan looked around. Further down, there was a small pit, not big, but enough for her to shelter from the rain by herself.
The question is how to move forward.
She tried to stand up again, but found it was still impossible. So she used her palms to support herself on the ground and, along with her buttocks, moved inch by inch toward the small hole.
Although it doesn't hurt my legs, it's too slow.
It has started to rain.
As the ground became wet from the rain, her method of 'walking' gradually became ineffective. The ground became slippery, and she would always slip when she tried to brace herself with her hands.
She fell and was covered in mud, looking extremely disheveled.
The raindrops stung her skin, and Song Nuan suddenly felt like crying.
The physical pain and exhaustion, along with the tension of being injured and trapped alone in bad weather, gradually broke down her usually strong mental defenses.
"Song Nuan?"
The rain was pouring down when a frantic voice suddenly rang out.
She looked around, trying to see if it was Ouyang Zhoujing, but as soon as she opened her eyes, raindrops slammed into them.
A series of footsteps approached from afar.
A warm hand covered her shoulder, and the rain seemed to lessen. She opened her eyes and met a pair of beautiful, captivating phoenix eyes. "Are you alright?"
Song Nuan shook her head.
It turned out that the rain hadn't lessened; it was Ouyang Zhoujing's hand that was covering her forehead.
"There's a hole up ahead; you can go there to take shelter from the rain."
"Okay, I'll carry you."
Ouyang Zhoujing's clothes also had a few patches of dirt, but compared to her disheveled appearance, he looked much cleaner.
The opening was narrow, just enough to fit Song Nuan, but with Ouyang Zhoujing added, it became a bit crowded, and the two had to stick close together.
Song Nuan remained silent.
Ouyang Zhoujing seemed to realize something was wrong.
"I'll go see if there are any other places nearby to take shelter from the rain." He bent down and came out of the cave.
The rain intensified, becoming a downpour.
She called out to him, "The rain is too heavy now."
"I just checked, this is the only place. Don't go out, lest you catch a cold and add to Qiu Rong's burden."
"but……"
He hesitated, but Song Nuan knew what he wanted to say.
All talk of gender differences and maintaining distance is utter nonsense in the face of life and death.
She herself was barely alive, and before Qiu Rong found them, she relied entirely on Ouyang Zhoujing, who was physically healthy. If something happened to him, the situation would only get worse with the two injured people.
"I don't mind."
"Alright then."
Since Song Nuan didn't care, he didn't need to consider her feelings anymore.
When it rains, it's colder in the mountains than in the village, and the wind is biting. With Ouyang Zhoujing there, Song Nuan felt a little warmer, but since she was wearing wet clothes, she wasn't much warmer.
She was getting more and more sleepy.
"How did you find me?" To cheer herself up, Song Nuan took the initiative to start a conversation.
"Qiu Rong shared your location with me."
"Do you have a signal?"
“Ouyang Group has its own software, specifically for the technical department, which is better than the ordinary signal from the telecom operators,” he explained calmly.
Song Nuan: "..."
I'm impressed.
Ouyang Zhoujing smiled slightly and took off her clothes. "Take mine. Your clothes are too wet, it's not good for your wound."
Song Nuan did not refuse.
She didn't care whether Ouyang Zhoujing lived or died; she absolutely couldn't let anything happen to herself.
After taking off the soaking wet coat, the clothes underneath were relatively dry and not too wet. Then, putting on Ouyang Zhoujing's clothes, my body instantly felt like it had transitioned from winter to spring.
When will Qiu Rong and the others arrive?
“It’s raining now, and the mountain roads are difficult to travel. It will probably take another two hours or so,” he reassured him. “Don’t worry, my location is very accurate. He will find it.”
How much battery does your phone have left?
When you're down on your luck, even drinking water can be a problem. Song Nuan was absolutely certain that she was experiencing a Mercury retrograde recently, so just to be on the safe side, she decided to ask first.
Ouyang Zhoujing glanced at the screen, his eyes flashing slightly, "Ten percent."
She chuckled, a laugh filled with death.
"My phone still has 40% battery left, you can use mine."
After saying that, Song Nuan added, "Of course, I know that your internal software cannot be leaked. If you mind, you can do whatever you want with the phone after you leave."
"As long as you can send me the data."
He thought for a moment, then took the phone.
Downloading software also requires a signal, and the download progress was intermittent. At first, Song Nuan kept watching, but later she gradually became sleepy, and subconsciously leaned on Ouyang Zhoujing's shoulder, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Her breathing gradually became even.
The warm breath sprayed on his neck, and it would be hard for any man to remain unmoved.
A rainy day, a crowded cave, a vulnerable and wounded woman.
As the words were strung together, a tender and passionate drama automatically played out in Ouyang Zhoujing's mind. His breathing became heavy, and a fire surged to his lower abdomen, with nowhere to vent it.
He had never felt such a strong desire and impulse for Song Nuan.
Why today?
She had many wounds on her body, her clothes were dirty, and her face was covered in mud.
Even though she is still very beautiful.
How could such a rough and harsh environment arouse his impulse? It shouldn't be at all; he has always hated dirty things and dirty environments.
He turned his head, trying to find some answers from her, but his chin accidentally touched her forehead. He was stunned for a moment, his back tensed, but then he realized that Song Nuan showed no signs of waking up, and then he relaxed.
Her face was dirty.
Ouyang Zhoujing frowned slightly in disdain, but couldn't help but become even more engrossed in watching.
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