Drifting Towards You

Mu Chenzhou wiped his eyes severely and followed: "There will be nothing to do in the evening, absolutely nothing will happen."

He never got a response, turning his head to look at Mu Beiting's profile, his eyes flushed.

There was a touch of blue and white on his face after a long period of freezing. Since rushing over here, he only wore a suit jacket and shirt, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

A few minutes later, the captain said: "The helicopter detected a living body in that direction. We are divided into two teams. One team continues the previous route, and the other team follows me here."

After another hour or so, almost everyone was discouraged.

After all, at this temperature and after such a long time, even if there is no accident in the avalanche, people are afraid that it will not work.

Mu Beiting's heart was getting heavier and heavier, almost solidifying into ice a little bit.

At this moment, a team member searching the mountain on the left exclaimed: "Do you think it looks like a distress signal over there?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone hurried over and gathered the searchlights and flashlights together so that they could see the situation more clearly.

Mu Beiting moved faster and stood directly on the edge of the cliff.

His eyes fell on that moment, and he turned his head and ran down the mountain.

At another gentle **** under the cliff, a large SOS signal was built with snow.

Before taking a break, Su Xiangwan and Han Che thought of this method, hoping that someone could find them.

From the top of the cliff to the bottom, everyone circled around, even if they were galloping quickly, it took nearly ten minutes to get to the bottom of the mountain.

Mu Beiting walked in the forefront, then walked around to the bottom of the mountain, and at a glance he saw two black figures hiding behind the bunker.

I just don't know how long the two of them stayed here, and their bodies were covered with a thick layer of snow crystals, covering the black down jacket almost white.

Mu Beiting's eyes were scarlet, and he quickly stepped forward and hugged Su Xiangwan tightly in his arms.

The woman in her arms was pale, covered with a layer of frost, without a trace of blood.

He held her tightly in his arms, trying to make her warmer.

But she still didn't react at all, and her whole body was a little hard, like a piece of ice.

"Late night...I'm here, I'll take you home." Mu Beiting's eyes were slightly wet, his cheeks pressed tightly against her small face, trying to warm her.

The search and rescue team also hurried up. Someone found Han Che, first took some first aid measures, realized that he was still breathing, and immediately put the person on a stretcher and ordered them to be quickly carried back to the hotel.

Mu Chenzhou stood aside, reaching out to probe the breath of Tan Su Xiangwan.

His complexion became stiff: "Late late...Late late seems to..."

Mu Beiting suddenly raised his head, his gaze fell on him, as if he dared to say a word down, he would strangle him for life.

Mu Chenzhou's throat was dry, he swallowed his saliva, and said, "Doctor! Doctor! It seems that I haven't breathed anymore!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a teardrop rolled from the corner of Mu Beiting's eyes.

He lowered his eyes and hugged her tightly.

No...no.

Han Che is okay, how could something happen to him late or late.

My heart shrank, and there was a pain of suffocation.

It was like a missing piece again, numb to the point of no sensation.

no, I can not.

Nothing will happen late.

Mu Beiting forced herself to calm down, put Su Xiangwan on the ground, and put her big hand in front of her nose, feeling her breathing.

Breathing...it must be breathing...

He put it in front of her nose for a long time, but couldn't feel anything.

The corners of Mu Beiting's eyes were moist, and his other big hand firmly held it, trying hard to stop him from shaking.