Drifting Towards You

"We won't die. Mu Beiting will come to rescue me." Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly: "He will take me home, and he is still waiting for me year after year."

The two are getting colder and colder, and in the end, they don't even bother to say anything.

Because it’s too cold, and because of lack of energy...

Until the middle of the night, Su Xiangwan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Han Che whispered, "Don't sleep."

"Well... I'll take a break."

"No, open your eyes." Han Che insisted.

But Su Xiangwan really had no strength anymore, his eyelids were as if he had been filled with lead, and his consciousness was a little loose.

Han Che's eyes have also been closed, seemingly difficult to open: "If you sleep, I will kiss you. I will strengthen you and sit on a pair of bitter mandarin ducks under the ground."

Su Xiangwan didn't react at all, and could hardly hear what he was talking about.

Before I lost my consciousness, I only remembered what he said about a fateful mandarin duck...

Are you talking about them?

She and he are not mandarin ducks.

She and Mu Beiting are the mandarin ducks, the best-looking kind in the crowd.

Oh no, it should be the best one among ducks?

But are mandarin ducks a duck?

When she goes back, you have to ask Mu Beiting carefully...Is the mandarin duck considered a duck...

But whether it counts or not, she and him must be the best-looking ones.

And... she wants to tell him that she shouldn't be a mandarin duck.

It’s been so bitter in the last life, how can it be sweet in this life?

In the darkness, she seemed to see every year tugging at the corners of her clothes, remembering that he was sitting in her suitcase puffed up when she left.

She seemed to see someone walking towards her welcoming Xi Guang. He was wearing a suit. He was the best looking person she had ever seen. He was domineering, naive but so beautiful, like the light in her life. .

"Mu Beiting..."

Su Xiangwan whispered softly, losing consciousness a little bit.

Will there be an afterlife after a person dies?

If she dies this time, will she have another chance to survive?

Or, it is where the soul will drift.

Mu Beiting followed the rescue team's madness and searched the mountains. After walking in the mountains for more than two hours, he still didn't see her.

On the way, he met several people from Qingyuan who he had sent to protect Su Xiangwan. The situation was not bad as he expected.

Su Xiangwan and Han Che went up the mountain together, and Qingyuan was bound to be unable to follow closely.

But when this distance caused an avalanche, they couldn't make it to the rescue.

In addition, Qingyuan and others were also hit by avalanches of varying degrees later, and Su Xiangwan's trace was completely lost.

A team member couldn't help but speak to the rescue captain: "Captain, the avalanche in the afternoon was too serious. The people in the game have calculated that the chance of survival is only a few 6%..."

"Even if there is only a 0.1% chance, we can't give up. To live to see people, to die to see corpses, this is the respect for life." The captain looked solemn, looking at the mountain stream in the night, his eyes were also a little dignified. .

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Mu Beiting tightly grasped the big hand hanging beside him, his eyes were sore.

So late, where are you?

Tell me okay...

For a moment, he was scared like this, his heart seemed to be out of control, and the pain of contraction and tremor repeated again and again, as if the current surged again and again, with sharp pain.

"Brother... I'll be fine late, right." Mu Chenzhou couldn't help but said, his voice choked for a few minutes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.

Mu Beiting didn't make a sound, but continued to search forward with the flashlight, and walked in front of the rescue team.