Drifting Towards You

Han Che looked around, found a leeward vent, and said to Su Xiangwan: "Go there and rest for a while."

"Yep."

Su Xiangwan slowly got up and walked away and said, "I think I eat too little at noon. I knew you were such a crow mouth. I must eat more."

My stomach is grunting, thirsty and tired.

Before sitting down, Su Xiangwan insisted on the last bit of strength, and used the snow pile to send out a SOS distress signal, hoping that someone would be able to see it.

Han Che also came to help, and the two of them tossed for a while, both panting with exhaustion.

In the end, the two leaned on the big rock leeward and squeezed together.

There is no sunshine at night, and the wind is screaming, getting colder and colder.

Su Xiangwan still had his eyes heavy, just wanting to sleep.

But she didn't dare to go to sleep at all. In this kind of weather, once she went to sleep, she would never wake up again.

Han Che was not much better. From after lunch to now, it can be said that he was hungry and extremely tired.

The eyelashes were dyed with a thick layer of frost, and Su Xiangwan whispered, "Could you help me pick two small wooden sticks, I don't want to move."

Han Che turned his head to look at her: "What do you want a wooden stick for? Isn't it about building two monuments for the two of us?"

Su Xiangwan smiled weakly: "Who wants to die with you, thinks beautifully."

"Then what do you want a stick for?"

"My eyelids are heavy and people are tired. I want to sleep, but I can't wait for Mu Beiting when I fall asleep, so I plan to use a wooden stick to prop up my eyelids so that I won't fall asleep."

Han Che leaned her head on his shoulder and said softly, "You close your eyes and rest for ten minutes. I will call you later."

Both of them wore thick clothes, and in this case, Su Xiangwan was not hypocritical.

"I fell asleep, what if you fell asleep too." Su Xiangwan whispered.

"I don't want to die yet, not as big as you." Han Che bit a piece of grass that he didn't know where he picked it from.

"Cut, you don't forget to attack personally at this time." Su Xiangwan despised a little.

But she is really tired, so she sleeps for a short time... just a few minutes...

As his eyelids became heavier and heavier, Su Xiangwan gradually fell asleep.

Han Che glanced at her, propped her head for a few minutes, took off the down jacket and put it on the two of them, his gaze fell in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Xiangwan didn't know how long it had passed, and only listened to the man next to him in a low voice: "Don't sleep, the more you sleep, the colder you get."

Su Xiangwan twisted his eyebrows and raised his head, only to realize that there was an extra layer of down jacket on his body.

Slightly lost, but seeing the man next to him with his frozen lips turned white, he raised his eyebrows and became anxious: "You must put on your clothes quickly, you won't be able to freeze yourself to death."

Han Che didn't speak, and put on his clothes without saying a word.

Su Xiangwan's gaze at him was a little complicated.

She knew that sleeping in this environment would only get colder and colder. She was afraid that it would be harder to warm up when she woke up, but she didn't expect Han Che to put his clothes on herself.

Perceiving her gaze, Han Che chuckled lightly: "What? Is it so touched that tears are streaming down my face? Would you like to consider agreeing with your body?"

Su Xiangwan made a soft cut and withdrew his eyes.

Just following his words, it was inevitable to think of that dream again.

Han Che didn't seem to notice her absent-mindedness, and he just said to himself: "This is probably called the death of a man, and his deeds are also good."