Huo Xingzhou stood in his original spot, motionless.
If he moved any closer, the distance would become too intimate.
The man's eyebrows and eyes were faintly indifferent, refusing to lower his stance even when in need of others. Xu Xingluo looked at him, lost in thought, and her heart grew even more envious of Qiao Xi.
She had exhausted her tears and her wits but could never gain his favor.
Even at the very last moment, when she wanted to get closer to him, he wouldn't grant her wish.
How she wished to touch him one more time.
This might be the last time in her life.
"Forget it."
Xu Xingluo closed her eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Ten years ago, the person who saved you in the avalanche cave wasn't me, and the person who made the rescue call wasn't me either. I was very scared during the avalanche, and I ran away."
Later, she realized the avalanche had stopped and heard from the staff that it was safe.
Then she boldly went up the mountain.
