Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4537 soft, baby (6)

"Let's go." He didn't let go of his hand, clasped her slender fingers, interlocking his fingers, a gesture he had never used before.

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

Han Yurou struggled to shake him off, but he refused.

Han Yurou chose to ignore it.

The two walked forward side by side, one tall and one short figure disappeared in the endless darkness, the black sky was endless.

You can hear each other's breathing while walking, and the sound of your feet stepping on the snow.

The snow was too thick and it was very difficult to walk all the way.

In order to save energy, no one spoke.

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

Rong Jincheng has a good sense of direction, he knows he just needs to keep going.

Several times, he could feel her trembling all over. He wanted to wrap the 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 walk with Rong Jincheng together.

Never thought about it.

The day is getting brighter.

A little bit of white rose from the east, and that little bit of light broke through the boundless darkness, from a little bit, a gap, to the entire east was smudged into light.

The sun is not good, but the sun means no more snow.

Along the way, Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth and persevered. Every step he took from the wound was a sharp pain, piercing to the bone, as if a knife was gouging out his heart.

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

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the warmth of the palms touching passed, and the wound on the heart seemed to be gradually healed.

……

Finally, they walked out of the woods.

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

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

He lasted until the last moment.

When the mobile phone got a signal, Han Yurou immediately called in a panic, her fingers were cold and cold, like hard clay sculptures, and she would break them if she was not careful.

After finishing the phone call, Han Yurou supported Rong Jincheng and looked back at the road he had traveled.

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

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

The golden rays of light sprinkled on the white snowflakes, dazzling and bright, that white color, so pure and clean.

Han Yurou squinted her eyes and kept looking at the road she walked, her pupils were all white.

Rong Jincheng leaned firmly in her arms, breathing steadily.

Han Yurou looked down at his face, his face was very pale, and his whole body was even thinner.

Where has he been all this time?Why would you toss yourself like this?

His eyebrows were a little more heroic, and a little less immature. In a trance, Han Yurou couldn't remember Rong Jincheng's appearance before.

(End of this chapter)