Chapter 852 Seeking Shelter from the Rain in Space "Chen Mo! Look at me!"
His voice trembled as he cupped her wet, cold cheeks in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
Shen Mo's eyes were unfocused, as if veiled by a layer of mist. She stared blankly at the face so close to hers, a face she thought she would never see again.
Rainwater streamed down her brow bone and dripped onto her face, its warmth unlike anything she could feel.
She reached out her hand, her fingertips carefully touching her cheek; the touch was real and warm.
"I...I'm not...already dead?" Her voice was light and ethereal, with a dreamlike daze. "So that's why...I saw you?"
"Nonsense! Look closely, look at me! We're both alive! You're fine, and so am I! Don't dream!"
Lu Qingyang gripped her hand tightly, so tightly that it even hurt a little.
The warmth from my palm felt so real, my breath was so close, my reflection was so clear in my eyes, the steady heartbeat throbbed from my chest…
"Qingyang, it's really you...you're really alright...sob..."
Lu Qingyang stopped talking and used all his strength to pull her into his arms.
The two stood on the muddy riverbank, embracing each other tightly in the still torrential rain.
The wind was still howling, the raindrops stung my skin, and the distant roar of the floodwaters remained deep and terrifying.
But at this moment, all of that seems to become irrelevant.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Mo finally lifted her head slightly from 놛's embrace, her swollen eyes looking at 놛, her voice hoarse yet tinged with a hint of trepidation: "Your coat..."
"I was accidentally swept away by the water during the rescue." Lu Qingyang said succinctly, gently wiping away the tears and raindrops on her face with his thumb. "It's nothing, just a piece of clothing."
Compared to her current safety, what does a piece of clothing matter?
“Come on,” he put his arm around her shoulder, “let’s find a place to shelter from the rain.”
In the blink of an eye, Lu Qingyang brought her into the space.
Chen Mo felt the scene before her suddenly change; the biting cold wind and icy rain vanished instantly.
The ground beneath my feet was solid and flat, and the air around my nose smelled of clean soil and grass after the rain.
Looking up, I saw a soft, even light, but not the moon.
She wasn't particularly surprised, and instinctively tightened her grip on Lu Qingyang's hand.
Not far away, the simple wooden house she had seen once before stood quietly, its structure simple and even somewhat rough.
The big yellow and big orange trees all gathered around.
"Let's go inside and change out of our wet clothes." Lu Qingyang put his arm around her and led her towards the wooden house.
The interior was indeed simple.
A wooden bed covered with thick bedding, a simple stove, an old wooden table and two chairs, and some sealed boxes and buckets piled in the corner.
Dry, clean, and warm, it's paradise compared to the cold, damp, and disastrous world outside.
Lu Qingyang took out clean clothes and a thick towel from a box and handed them to Shen Mo, then quickly changed out of his soaked clothes.
He walked to the stove, scooped water from an inconspicuous earthenware jar, poured it into an ordinary tin kettle, and placed it on a portable stove made of some unknown material to heat it.
While the water was boiling, I took out two cups of milk tea.
"What is this?" Shen Mo asked, drying her hair and looking curiously at the dark brown square.
"Try it, I'll make you something hot to drink."
Just as the water boiled, I carefully poured in the hot water and gently stirred it with a spoon.
Soon, a rich, sweet, and milky aroma filled the air.
He handed a cup of his to Chen Mo.
The liquid had a soft, light brown color, and wisps of steam rose from it.
She carefully took a bite, and her eyes lit up slightly. It was warm, smooth, and had the richness of milk and a unique sweetness that instantly dispelled the chill in her body.
"It's delicious... What is this?" She took a big gulp and felt her frozen fingertips warm up.
"A hot drink called milk tea."
Lu Qingyang took a sip himself, a relaxed expression on his face. "It's made with milk powder and tea, with some other sweeteners. We have some different flavors here, including original, some with taro powder, and some with red bean powder. Which one do you like?"
"So many flavors, they're all delicious."
Knowing that Lu Qingyang was alright made even plain water taste sweet to her.
Then she started complaining: "What are you doing here of all? You know I almost thought you were dead just now. If you were dead, I would..."
"I know, I know, it's my fault."
Lu Qingyang gently comforted her.
Seeing how quickly she admitted her mistake, Shen Mo cautiously said, "I was just worried and confused. I know you came to see me, but I didn't want you to be in danger."
"You care about me, and I care about you in return; our love is equal."
Inside the space, they couldn't sense the changing of day and night, but based on their perception of time, it should already be dark outside, with torrential rain and floods raging. Lu Qingyang and Shen Mo decided to spend the night in this safe haven.
The stove was lit again, and Lu Qingyang used an aluminum pot to boil water, then took out instant noodles and started cooking.
Shen Mo held the bowl that Lu Qingyang handed her. Inside were golden, curly noodles, a whole poached egg, and bits of dehydrated vegetables floating in the oil.
She picked up a mouthful with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. The noodles were smooth and chewy, and the soup was savory and delicious. In this simple environment, it was undoubtedly a delicious and comforting dinner.
She ate until her forehead was slightly sweaty, and even the tension and fatigue she had felt seemed to be digested along with the food.
After they finished eating, Lu Qingyang took Chen Mo's hand and walked out of the wooden house, strolling in the soft light of the space.
We walked past a neat vegetable patch, where the greens, tomatoes, and cucumbers were growing vigorously and lushly, a stark contrast to the flood-ravaged fields outside. Nearby were several fruit trees, laden with unripe fruit.
Everything seemed so orderly and full of vitality.
The two finally sat down on a soft, dry patch of grass in front of the house, looking up at the constant, gentle "sky" above them.
Here there is no wind or rain, no cold, no heart-pounding roar, only tranquility and peace.
Shen Mo nestled against Lu Qingyang and sighed softly, "It's so nice here, so quiet, so safe... It's like no disasters have anything to do with this place. I wish the outside world was like this too."
Lu Qingyang put his arm around her shoulder and said nothing.
I know that this brief escape means the outside world is still devastated, and the task of rescue and reconstruction is arduous and long-term.
But at this moment, 놛놙 wants her to rest well.
The space was kept at a constant temperature, like springtime.
They nestled together, lying on the soft grass.
Shen Mo's nerves, which had been tense for too long, finally relaxed completely, and even the exhaustion from her travels and the emotional rollercoaster swept over her.
Surrounded by a reassuring atmosphere, her eyelids grew heavy, and she eventually fell asleep.
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