Chapter 102 (First Release)
Ansel's expression was sincere and resolute.
It makes you believe that he really has a lot of food.
The hunger in her stomach felt like it was on fire, or like it was being churned by knives. The desire to fill her stomach made it impossible for Ning Wanwan to take her eyes off the paper package in Ansel's hand.
I'm so hungry... I feel like I haven't eaten for days.
Perhaps because he was unconscious in the snow, he hadn't eaten for several days, who knows?
At first, she still retained some rationality, but gradually, all she could see was the food.
"Are you really not going to eat? I can tell you're very hungry."
As Ansel spoke, his hand holding the paper package drooped down, waving almost imperceptibly in front of her eyes.
Ning Wanwan couldn't help but swallow hard. Her brain wanted to continue refusing, but her body wouldn't listen to her and instead moved closer to Ansel's hand.
"Wanwan, want some?" the blond boy continued, blinking as he asked.
Ning Wanwan opened her mouth with difficulty, wanting to refuse, but couldn't bring herself to deny that she wanted to eat it.
Ansel laughed.
Ning Wanwan could clearly see her own appearance in the boy's beautiful violet eyes.
"Wanwan, why deny your desire? You clearly really want to eat it, don't you?"
Ning Wanwan was still hesitating, a conflicted look on her face. Ansel looked at her and suddenly shook his head and sighed, seemingly helpless.
"Wanwan, you really are incredibly patient."
"That's very dishonest."
Dishonest...?
Before Ning Wanwan could react, Ansel had already picked up a dry biscuit and pressed it directly against Ning Wanwan's lips.
"Open your mouth."
A boy's clear yet slightly seductive voice rang out, and Ning Wanwan subconsciously opened her lips, and the dry biscuit with the aroma of food was naturally stuffed into her mouth.
This small amount of food was like an oasis to a parched person in the desert. Ning Wanwan couldn't help but instinctively chew several times before she realized what it was.
“Anseil…”
"It's already in your mouth, no time to spit it out." Ansel winked at her. "Hurry up and swallow it, want another piece?"
Ning Wanwan obediently swallowed it, and just as she shook her head, another piece of dry biscuit was pressed against her lips.
Ning Wanwan: "Hmm..."
Ning Wanwan ate for a while, and her hunger subsided, but she became thirsty instead.
However, Ansel seemed to derive some kind of pleasure from feeding her, and continued to feed her with great enthusiasm. Such a kind person made Ning Wanwan feel embarrassed to make any other requests.
It wasn't until Ning Wanwan pursed her dry lips that Ansel seemed to suddenly notice something, and touched her lips with his fingertip.
"Wanwan, your lips are so dry, are you thirsty?"
The boy's fingertips were warm, and his touch carried no desire. His violet eyes were clear, as if he were exploring some novel toy.
As if she had been scorched by a tiny spark, Ning Wanwan froze for a moment and instinctively turned her head away.
The girl's sudden avoidance startled Ansel, whose eyes filled with confusion: "Wanwan, what's wrong?"
The blond-haired, purple-eyed boy blinked innocently, looking completely clueless.
Ning Wanwan: "..." She also began to doubt herself, wondering if her reaction was too much.
She said softly, "Sorry, I'm a little thirsty..."
Ansel smiled knowingly: "Is that so? I knew your lips were so dry, you must be thirsty."
He had a full set of belongings, and quickly took out a leather water bag from his backpack and handed it to Ning Wanwan.
Ning Wanwan looked at the leather water bag, whose style was somewhat different from what she vaguely remembered, and felt a slight sense of incongruity.
Strange, this is just a very ordinary and common water container that everyone uses when going out, so why does it feel a little unfamiliar...?
Oh right, did I also recall the term "compressed biscuits" earlier?
Ning Wanwan tried to think for a while longer, but the slight sense of incongruity was like a pebble thrown into a lake; the ripples quickly disappeared.
On the contrary, the sense of rationality grew stronger and stronger, completely swallowing up the original slight sense of incongruity.
Ning Wanwan took the water bag, and with Ansel's help, unscrewed the cap and drank.
The cool water slid down her throat, quenching her thirst. Ning Wanwan exhaled, plugged the opening of the leather water bag, and handed it back to Ansel.
Ansel smiled and praised, "Although Wanwan doesn't remember many things, she uses these things quite well. I was afraid you wouldn't remember anything at all."
Ning Wanwan blinked. Is that so?
Oh yeah, I do seem to remember that.
These are all perfectly normal things; I guess I was overthinking it.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Ning Wanwan rested at Ansel's urging.
"This cave gives people a great sense of security. Generally speaking, there shouldn't be any wild animals in such a heavy snowstorm. However, it's still best to have someone guard it."
"You should rest first, Wanwan. I'll call you if I need anything."
Ansel was indeed a very good person. He was meticulous and thoughtful in everything he did. Even when he was exhausted, he took the initiative to suggest that Ning Wanwan rest first.
Ning Wanwan declined several times, but she couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she had to rest first.
In such cold weather, Ning Wanwan originally wanted to return the coat to Ansil, but he insisted on stopping her.
Clutching the other's soft, warm, thick coat, Ning Wanwan leaned against the cave wall, feeling drowsy.
"Get some rest." Finally, it was Ansel's gentle voice and his smiling eyes.
Ning Wanwan didn't know how long she had slept; most of the time she was in a half-awake state.
However, perhaps subconsciously knowing that Ansel was there, Ning Wanwan still managed to fall asleep a little, even though the environment was bad and she was not comfortable to sleep in.
When I woke up, I felt noticeably better.
"You're awake," Ansel said with a smile.
"Hmm... Good morning..."
Ning Wanwan was still a little dazed. She responded with a "good morning," almost saying "good morning," but she bit her tongue and woke up instantly.
However, Ansel had already heard the word "early".
He paused for a moment, then smiled and replied casually, "Good morning, Wanwan. But... it's already evening."
Is it already evening?
Has the blizzard outside stopped?
Ning Wanwan's first thought was this. She peeked outside and was disappointed to find that the blizzard was still falling, and even more violently than before.
Ning Wanwan had no doubt that if she left the cave, she would be completely torn apart and swallowed up by the merciless blizzard outside.
When will this blizzard stop? If it doesn't, won't she and Ansel be stuck here forever?
Ning Wanwan suddenly remembered something, looked at Ansel, and sure enough, saw a faint shadow under his eyes.
"Ansel, you go and rest for a bit, I'll keep watch."
Ansel shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy."
Ning Wanwan: "..." What kind of lie is this that's so easily exposed! Your dark circles can't lie!
“It’s really nothing,” Ansel sighed. “I can’t sleep, Wanwan, why don’t you go and rest for a while longer?”
No matter how Ning Wanwan tried to persuade him, Ansel remained stubborn and instead told Ning Wanwan to rest.
Ning Wanwan had no choice but to keep watch with him, praying in the silent cave that the devastating blizzard would pass quickly.
"How long will this blizzard last, Ansel?"
"I don't know. Based on experience, it might stop after an hour or two, or it might take ten days or half a month..." The boy paused and didn't continue.
Ning Wanwan's heart tightened slightly.
Ten days to half a month...
Silence fell over the cave again. After a while, Ning Wanwan felt sleepy and half-closed her eyes.
I almost fell asleep!
Ning Wanwan quickly opened her eyes and subconsciously looked at Ansel, only to find that his expression was different from usual, somewhat solemn, as if he was pondering something.
When Ansel was facing Ning Wanwan, his smile was exceptionally bright, but when he looked outside, a heavy worry that Ning Wanwan couldn't understand would occasionally flash across his face.
He occasionally seemed to be muttering something to himself.
Ning Wanwan strained her ears to listen carefully, but could only make out a few words: "When will... the snow stop... food..."
These words suddenly snapped Ning Wanwan's drowsy mind awake.
Food! How could she have forgotten about that!
Or perhaps, I deliberately dare not think about it.
Without food, it is impossible to survive.
No, Ansel said he has plenty of food!
But if what he said is true, then what is he worried about now?
Ansel was a very good person. He gave her a lot, not only saving her in the snow but also giving her food and water. In any case, he seemed unlikely to harm himself.
But what if, in the end, both she and Ansel reach their limit? What would a person do if they lost their mind?
Hunger can make people lose their minds; this is no joke.
Having only briefly endured the taste of hunger before, Ning Wanwan, who had only experienced that feeling slightly, no longer dared to underestimate it.
The more you try to stop thinking about it, the more you'll find yourself thinking about it.
As Ning Wanwan thought about those terrible possibilities, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Then, she looked up and met a pair of jewel-like purple eyes.
Ansel, unaware of what was happening, had noticed her unusual behavior and was looking at her with concern.
"Wanwan, can't you sleep?" he asked.
Ning Wanwan hesitated for a moment: "Hmm..."
"What's keeping you awake?" Ansel continued, "Would you like to tell me?"
Ning Wanwan fell silent.
Should I just ask?
Is it really appropriate to say it directly now...? Ansel was already worried, so I deliberately kept it from her...
In the end, Ning Wanwan shook her head and told a small lie.
"It's nothing," she said.
“It’s nothing…” Ansel said softly, a fleeting, unreadable look in his eyes.
Ning Wanwan only heard him comfort her, "Wanwan, don't worry, we'll be fine, the snow will definitely stop."
The snow will definitely stop, but when will it stop?
Ning Wanwan pursed her lips, not asking the question.
The thought of the potential difficulties I might encounter makes me feel very anxious and depressed.
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