Even if the snow water is hard to swallow and the deer meat reeks, as long as Pello is still here, she can eat it. She has already experienced death once and won’t try it again. Su Ziceng kept telling herself that if she could survive this ordeal, she would tell Su Qingzhang that she wants to marry Pello. If Pello stays in the Su Family, she will stay in the Su Family; if Pello goes back to France, she will stay in France as well. Brands like ZARA and things like being twenty-five no longer mattered.
Due to her blindness, Su Ziceng had lost track of how long they had been trapped in the mountain crevice. She could only gauge the time by her periods of sleep and wakefulness, guessing they had been stuck here for about seven or eight days.
Signs of dehydration had started to show in her body; drinking the snow water could instantly clear her mind but also freeze the blood in her veins momentarily.
"It’s so good to have you here," Su Ziceng said, as she did every morning when she woke up. Pello lying beside her felt warmer than usual, like a stove.
But no one answered her. Su Ziceng adjusted her body uneasily; her fingers reached for Pello’s face. An abnormal heat touched her fingers as she felt under Pello’s nostrils; his breathing was irregular.
"Pello, what’s wrong?" Su Ziceng’s voice trembled. She continued to feel Pello’s body and found that his clothes were tattered. The spot where Pello sat was right in the draft, and for several days in a row, he had shielded Su Ziceng from the wind. His wounds, exposed to the harsh weather, showed signs of necrosis.
When his injury was touched, Pello’s body shuddered sluggishly, and he unconsciously held Su Ziceng a bit tighter, murmuring, "Ziceng, don’t be scared, it’s going to be alright."
Su Ziceng started crying. She was scared and cold, and everything in front of her was pitch black. The person beside her was losing consciousness, and if the tetanus worsened, it could be fatal.
If Pello died, what would she do?
Stay calm, stay calm. Su Ziceng thought for a moment and took off her clothes. Unable to see Pello’s position, she could only rely on the touch of her fingers to completely cover his back with clothes. Then she made room and pushed Pello to her spot.
The cold quickly engulfed her body; Su Ziceng stood up, leaning against the windbreak shelter. Her clothes were not enough; if she did not move around a bit, her whole body would soon stiffen and freeze to death.
She stepped forward, pressing her feet into the snow, and after ensuring it was safe, she walked out of the snow shelter.
With a bitter taste still in her mouth from waking up, Su Ziceng paused and grabbed a handful of snow, stuffing it into her mouth despite the cold.
This was the first time she drank real snow water. In previous days, Pello had fed it to her, and the snow water with Pello’s body temperature quenched thirst much more than pure snow.
A feverish person needs plenty of water and calories. Pello had mentioned where a dead deer was before.
Su Ziceng walked a few steps and tripped over a raised snow block; thinking for a moment, she sprawled forward onto the ground. Ice and snow rubbed against her knees and palms, quickly numbing them completely.
"I really am like a wild cat," Su Ziceng said self-mockingly; her hair glided through the snow, the only sound in the silent mountain hollow. Follow current novels on novel※fire.net
Of course, crawling was not as fast-paced as walking. Su Ziceng used a raised snow block as a base point, constantly changing direction, and it took her half an hour to finally touch the dry, hard deer carcass.
The joy didn’t last long, as Su Ziceng gathered the courage to touch the deer carcass, she was stunned.
She couldn’t feel the elasticity of the meat at all; it was just a frozen stiff corpse. She hadn’t felt it when eating the deer meat before, so why was it now?
Su Ziceng didn’t know that the deer meat she had eaten was all processed by Pello. With sharp mountain rocks, Pello had cut the large pieces of deer meat into sizes that Su Ziceng could swallow.
But now, what lay in front of Su Ziceng was a broken body with no distinct shape; a corpse as hard as ice after the wind and snow.
Su Ziceng sat beside it for quite a while; suddenly, a loud noise came from behind her, she shuddered, it seemed like the sound of Pello being unable to sit still and sliding down.
She suppressed the impulse she felt earlier to cry, and reached out her hand again to the deer’s body. Her body leaned low, sticking to the deer’s hairless corpse. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for the monthly ticket and recommendation ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)