Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 379 - 379 379 Rescue Edge of Death

?Chapter 379: 379, Rescue, Edge of Death Chapter 379: 379, Rescue, Edge of Death Song Qinghuan was woken up by the cold. Thick blood and tears clung together, wetting her eyelashes and cheeks, then froze in the cold air.

She tried to open her eyes, but had to rub her face with her hands first.

She realized her entire body was so cold that her bones felt rigid.

She struggled to breathe, lost in waves of bitterness, as if perched on top of the abyss of death.

She exhaled, and a thick cold air blew out.

Where was she? Why was it so cold?

After adjusting herself, she finally slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself lying in an ice cellar.

No wonder, no wonder it was so cold, no wonder the chill was so intense.

Song Qinghuan struggled to get up from the ground, her body shivering.

Humid cold air gathered around her, causing her to shudder. She wobbled to her feet, heading towards the door of the ice cellar.

However, the door was locked, no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge.

“Open the door, open the door!” Song Qinghuan banged on the door, desperately pounding it with all her strength, screaming.

She hoped someone outside could hear her, and come to her rescue.

However, no matter how she shouted or pounded, all that responded to her was chilling silence.

The temperature started to drop even lower, the chill became even stronger.

Yet her voice became fainter, her breath weaker. She began to run around in the ice cellar, trying to fight the cold through movement.

But human strength has its limit, she reached hers, and at last, unable to hold on any longer, she collapsed on the ground, making a soft “thud”.

The world fell suddenly into silence, she felt herself awake, her gaze still resting on the door of the ice cellar, and she was clearly breathing, but her entire body was paralyzed.

Time slowly ebbed away, she felt her breath becoming even weaker, every gasp felt like a frozen blade piercing her heart.

So sleepy, so tired, so weary, she couldn’t hold on any longer.

A white light suddenly appeared before her eyes, it seemed like an angel was summoning her.

Slowly, very slowly, she closed her weary eyes, and just as she was about to drift off, suddenly a loud “boom” shattered the silence.

Song Qinghuan vaguely saw a dark figure rapidly approaching her. Closer and closer…

She recognized the face of the newcomer, murmured softly, then plunged into darkness.

When Shi Yuhuan arrived, all he saw was Song Qinghuan lying on the ground. The ice cellar door was wide open, with no one else inside.

Seeing Song Qinghuan’s face as pale as snow, her body devoid of warmth, Shi Yuhuan’s heart tightened. He quickly removed his coat and wrapped it around her, lifting her up in his arms and carrying her away.

In the car with the heater turned up high, Shi Yuhuan rubbed his face against Song Qinghuan’s.

She was icily cold, if she had stayed in the cold cellar any longer she would have lost her life.

His eyes as red as blood, he clenched his fists forcing himself to stay calm, holding Song Qinghuan tightly, stroking her clothes to keep her warm.

Song Qinghuan seemed to feel the warmth, different from the cold cellar.

Her eyes barely opened to a slit, she wasn’t sure if she saw anything and then she immediately closed them again, but her lips appeared to be whispering something.

Watching her muttering lips, Shi Yuhuan bent down to listen closely, and froze.

She said: “Big brother, it’s you!”