Chapter 343: A Close Encounter

The helicopter was fast. Yan Huan struggled up and kept running. Then she fell. Pangs of pain came from her legs.

She wanted to stand, but the pain forbade her. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Just as the helicopter was about to crash into her, a powerful hand pulled her to the side, dragging her out of harm’s way. The grass and leaves rustled from the wind generated by the rotors.

Busy-body, thought Su Muran. This is a scenic place, if you want to die like star-crossed lovers, I’ll make your wish come true. Enjoy your eternal slumber in this beautiful place.

The helicopter swooped down at them once more.

“Run!” yelled Song Xihua, grabbing Yan Huan’s hand and pulling her forward. However, the helicopter kept chasing them like a meat-mincer. This wasn’t a game. This was murder.

“Go, leave me. She wants me.”

Yan Huan tried to reclaim her hand. This had happened because of her. Su Muran only had a score to settle with her; Yan Huan didn’t want others to be involved.

Song Xihua kept running with Yan Huan’s hand in his. “Doesn’t look like she’s going to let me off at this point.”

Yan Huan’s heart sank. He had a point.

That wasn’t the case if she was only playing with them, but it seemed safe to assume that she was after their lives. In that case, neither of them could get away.

The helicopter came closer. The wind hurt their face. Yan Huan’s legs were already wounded, but she endured without any complaints.

The helicopter suddenly dove down.

Suddenly, Song Xihua grabbed Yan Huan’s body and jumped down the mountain.

His movements were so fast that Yan Huan couldn’t react. Neither could the ones on the helicopter.

“Let’s go,” said Su Muran, clenching her fist. Her face was placid, but her voice was a little shaky. It was, after all, human lives and not animal lives.

They jumped by themselves, it didn’t have anything to do with her. She only wanted to give them a ride to the endpoint, but they leapt down the cliff by themselves. How could anyone blame it on her?

The helicopter flew off. It was a world of silence. Clouds drifted nonchalantly across the blue sky. Yet, soon after, there came the thunder and lightning.

Then it began raining cats and dogs.

The rain fell on Yan Huan’s face. It hurt. The rain made a rhythmic sound as it descended at different parts in the jungle.

Pitter, patter...

Yan Huan opened her eyes. A raindrop fell into her eyes. She quickly blinked and opened her mouth, letting the rain trickle down her throat.

She breathed gently. The sound of the rain was all she could hear. Her clothes were drenched.

She sat up and inspected her limbs. Her legs hurt, but it seemed like they weren’t broken. Other than that, there weren’t many injuries.

Song Xihua, she remembered, right, where’s Song Xihua. She suddenly recalled that she wasn’t the only one that fell.

historical

Yan Huan turned and saw a man lying stomach first on the ground. Rain splattered on his face. His shirt was completely dampened too.

“Song Xihua...” she called out, gently shaking his shoulders. However, he didn’t wake up. He must have hurt himself somewhere.

Thank goodness I still have this, she thought as she felt the bag on her bag.

She opened her bag, took out the tent, and set it up. After that, she threw the bag in the tent, then dragged Song Xihua into the tent. Then Song Xihua’s bag. She took out his clothes from the bag. Luckily, the bag was waterproof. She didn’t know how long it had rained, but the clothes were still dry at the very least.

What now? She thought as she looked at the unconscious Song Xihua. She shouldn’t just strip a guy, right? Yet if she didn’t, he would certainly fall sick.

Forget it, she thought as she went over and undressed him. Anyway, guys are different from girls. He wouldn’t force her to marry her even if stripped him bare.

She stripped Song Xihua of everything including his socks and shoes but not his underwear. She had to leave something for him to hide his shame.

However, that didn’t matter too much. As long as his clothes were dry, it would be okay even if his underwear was wet. His body temperature would eventually dry those. She opened the sleeping bag and covered Song Xihua in it. Then, she covered his face with a piece of clothing.

Even if he was unconscious, she didn’t feel comfortable undressing in front of someone else.

After changing out of her dampened clothes, she sat down clutching her legs. The rain occasionally splattered against the tent. She had no idea where they were. With the heavy rain outside, there was little she could do.

She checked the contents of their bags.

Five packs of hardtacks, two buns, sweets, gum, and a few pieces of chocolate.

Four bottles of water. Also, cups.

Yan Huan took a cup and put it outside the tent to collect rainwater.

From their bags, she retrieved two soaked signal flares.

She knew they were now useless.

Everything had to wait until the rain stops. Once the rain stops, she would have to figure out where they were and what to do next.

At night, she switched on the torchlight. The rain kept falling.

The man beside her let out a pained groan. Yan Huan quickly felt her forehead. It was hot. He had a fever.

Yan Huan quickly took out two strips of medicine from the bag and dissolved them in water. She fed it to Song Xihua. He didn’t drink much, but it was something.

She then found a towel and soaked it in a puddle. Then, she placed it on Song Xihua’s forehead. It was not until midnight when his fever subsided.