Chapter 91: Chapter 88: Wen Xian, I’m Here
Again and again, the names lingered on her lips, over and over, echoing by his ear.
The wind outside the car windows howled, and for a moment, that faint gentle call seemed to completely snap a string at the tip of his heart.
Lu Xiao slightly lowered his thick eyelashes, trembling gently.
When his gaze fell upon her face, his lips pressed together lightly, his eyes filled with an indissoluble complexity, deep and profound.
In the distance, another rescue vehicle approached.
Lu Xiao glanced over and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, “Sang Nian, go help them rescue the others, I’ll take her back first.”
They had already seen the vehicle stuck in the chicken nest pit not far away, not a big problem, just needing external help for the rescue.
“Don’t worry, boss! Hurry and take Sister Xian back, we’ve got the rest!”
Sang Nian quickly spoke up, unlike Lu Xiao’s calm maturity, all his worries and urgency were written on his face, just hoping she’d be safe soon!
After saying this, he hurried off to rescue the others.
For a moment, only the two of them remained in the car.
The windows were tightly shut, and it seemed to start raining and snowing outside, the rain mixed with snow pelting the car windows, crackling, but it made the inside of the car even more tranquil, warm.
Lu Xiao took off his jacket and draped it gently over her body, just gazing at her eyebrows, her straight nose, her somewhat pale lips.
Finally, he raised his other long hand, touching gently between her eyebrows, caressing softly.
A gentle and slow voice fell, “Wen Xian, I am here.”
When Wen Xian slowly woke up, looking at the white curved ceiling above her head, it took a moment to realize where she was.
The place resembled a Mongolian yurt of the nomadic Tibetans.
She moved her hand but found the back of her hand somewhat sore.
Turning her head, she saw an IV needle on her hand, the transparent liquid slowly flowing into her body through the tube.
She hadn’t actually died…
When she was unconscious, her mind was engulfed in darkness, plunging into an endless abyss, not remembering anything.
The only faint impression was that amidst the wind and snow a vehicle came, she stepped into empty air, falling into someone’s arms.
And that person, his arms were solid, warm, carrying a familiar scent she recognized, much like… Lu Xiao.
But she just felt that it was an illusion, a vision as she neared death.
Everything must have been real, only, who was that person?
Just as she was thinking, suddenly, there were voices and footsteps outside the yurt.
A beam of light entered from the door, and Wen Xian saw that tall figure, the golden light falling on him, from this angle seeing his cold, exceptionally handsome profile.
Wen Xian just watched the person approaching, her gaze suddenly fixated.
That person was actually…
“Thank goodness, Captain Lu, the lady has finally woken up!”
The speaker was a Tibetan woman, dressed in traditional Tibetan attire, her robe embroidered with intricate patterns and totems, wearing a silver Gawu Box hanging at her chest.
She immediately came over to check on Wen Xian, relieved to see she was alright, then hurriedly looked at Lu Xiao, “Captain, you go see her first, I’ll quickly fetch some food.”
With that, she rapidly stood up and left.
For a moment, only the two of them were left in the yurt.
One standing, the other weakly lying there.
Their gazes collided in midair.