The faces of the two rescue personnel grew exceedingly grim.
"Mo Qian, Mo Qian! Mo Qian..."
Ji Wei desperately stretched her arm out of the cabin door, futilely trying to grasp something.
Half of her head was already outside the cabin, the fierce wind cutting across her face like knives.
Oblivious to the pain, Ji Wei screamed with every ounce of strength she had, over and over again.
If Gu Moqian were dead, she wouldn’t want to live either...
"Miss, please calm down. It’s very dangerous for you to act ..."
The rescue team member beside her frantically tried to pull her back into the cabin.
Ji Wei, like a madwoman, lunged outward, her tears cascading down like broken strings of pearls. "Mo Qian, don’t leave me! Mo Qian, I beg you—don’t die! Please don’t die..."
Just as Ji Wei was sobbing so hard that she nearly fainted, suddenly, a figure faintly appeared from the thick fog.
The two rescue personnel below immediately began pulling the safety rope upward.
Gradually, through the dense mist, the tall and familiar figure of a man became visible to everyone’s eyes.
Gu Moqian had fallen along with the cable car moments earlier, but thankfully, the safety rope tied around his waist didn’t come loose, saving his life.
Step by step, Gu Moqian moved closer to the soft ladder, and finally, the two rescue personnel securely helped him up.
The instant Gu Moqian climbed back into the cabin through the door, Ji Wei felt as though she were dreaming.
She stared at the living, breathing, handsome man before her, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Without hesitation, Ji Wei threw herself into Gu Moqian’s embrace, holding him tightly. "I thought you were dead. I was so scared. Mo Qian, don’t leave me again! Please don’t leave..."
She held him with such force, so tightly, her voice trembling and choked with residual terror.
Gu Moqian’s eyes turned red as he hugged her firmly, pressing his face against her neck, his voice hoarse and heavy: "Weiwei, I’m okay now. Don’t cry."
Ji Wei raised her head from his chest, staring at him unblinkingly, as if needing to confirm once more that this wasn’t a dream.
"Mo Qian, it’s really you..."
Ji Wei reached out a trembling hand, tracing his brows and eyes, his refined features, and suddenly broke into laughter through her tears.
Gu Moqian looked into her swollen red eyes, a flash of heartache flickering deep within his dark gaze.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Having survived a catastrophe, the two kissed without concern for anything else.
Their breaths intertwined, as though they wished they could embed each other into their very souls.
Her tears mingled with their lips, salty and bitter, leaving his heart aching. He tenderly outlined the shape of her lips again and again, hoping that this deep and lingering kiss could soothe the terror left in her heart.
After quite a while, they reluctantly parted.
Gu Moqian reached out, brushing aside the stray strands of hair falling over Ji Wei’s forehead and tucking them behind her ear. His voice was deep and hoarse: "It’s alright now, don’t cry. Since we survived against all odds, from now on, let’s savor all the sweetness this world has to offer, together."
Ji Wei nodded, tears surging out once again.
That night was long and harrowing for the two of them.
When they returned to Shanshui Manor, Ji Wei felt as though she were completely drained.
Gu Moqian held her icy hands, his face changing instantly, and resolutely ushered her into the bathroom.
"Take a hot shower before coming out."
He looked at her pale face, his tone allowing no room for refusal.
Having spent so much time up in the mountains, with the cold seeping into her body, he was afraid she might fall ill.
After such a shocking and perilous brush with death, Ji Wei had no mind to shower. She hastily rinsed herself, then came out in her pajamas.
Walking out of the bathroom, Ji Wei saw Gu Moqian already changed into his pajamas, leaning against the headboard with his eyes slightly closed.
His complexion was far from good—pale and ashen.
Ji Wei’s heart tightened as she stepped forward, reaching out to feel his forehead, only to withdraw her hand sharply in shock at the alarming heat.
"Mo Qian, you have a fever!"