"Let's go." He refused to let go of his hand, clasping her slender fingers and interlocking them, a gesture he had never used before.

He had never clasped a woman's finger before, even though it was such a simple action.

Han Yurou struggled to shake him off, but he wouldn't let her.

Han Yurou chose to ignore it.

The two of them walked forward side by side, one tall and one short figure disappearing into the endless darkness, the ink sky, endless.

As we walked, we could hear each other's breathing and the sound of our feet stepping on the snow.

The snow was too thick, making the walk very difficult.

In order to preserve their strength, no one spoke.

In this way, before dawn, they walked a long way.

Rong Jincheng has a good sense of direction. He knows that he just needs to keep moving forward.

Several times, he could feel her whole body shaking. He wanted to wrap his coat around her body, but she refused.

Han Yurou lowered her head to avoid the wind and snow. She never thought that one day she would be walking together with Rong Jincheng.

Never thought about it.

It's getting brighter.

A little bit of white rises from the east, and that little bit of light breaks through the boundless darkness. From a little bit, a gap, the entire east side is smudged into light.

The sun isn't great, but when it comes out it means it won't snow anymore.

Along the way, Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth and persevered. Every step he took was accompanied by severe pain from his wound, which was piercing his bones, like a knife piercing his heart.

The only consolation is probably...she didn't let go.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the warmth of the touching of the palms is transmitted, and the scar on the heart seems to be gradually healed.

…

Finally, they walked out of the woods.

Looking back, there were a series of footprints behind him. Rong Jincheng gasped and smiled.

The next second, he was exhausted and fell into Han Yurou's arms.

He held on until the very end.

When the cell phone got a signal, Han Yurou immediately called in a panic. Her fingers were as cold as hard clay sculptures, and she would break them if she wasn't careful.

After making the call, Han Yurou supported Rong Jincheng and looked back at the road she walked.

This road is so winding and bumpy, and the snow is so thick.

When I walked, I didn't realize that now, when I look at it under the sun, I see that the road is so long and long, and I don't know where it leads.

The golden light shines on the white snowflakes, dazzling and bright, and the vast white color is so pure and clean.

Han Yurou squinted her eyes and kept looking at the road she was walking on, her pupils filled with white.

Rong Jincheng leaned safely in her arms, breathing steadily.

Han Yurou lowered her head and stared at his face. His face was very pale and he had lost weight.

Where has he been during this time? Why did he put himself in this state?
Chapter completed!