It was Gu Qing's voice, and the big stone in Hu Xiaowei's heart fell to the ground. It was Gu Qing who was back, and he did not leave her alone!
"I'm here." Hu Xiaowei slowly crawled out from the leeward position, with a long line of blood trailing from her body.
Seeing this, Gu Qing hurriedly dropped the things in his hands, ran to Hu Xiaowei's side, picked her up and said, "Xiaowei..."
A grown man, a man who had been through life and death several times, could no longer help crying at this moment, his voice was trembling, full of pity and discomfort. He knew that Hu Xiaowei's child could not be saved!
Hu Xiaowei let Gu Qing hold her in his arms. At this moment, she was really, really tired. She was so tired that she didn't want to talk or think. She no longer cared about the relationship between men and women. How could a mother who had no children still have the time to pay attention to this?
Love, love, love, romance.
"Xiaowei, wait a minute, I'll light a fire to keep you warm right away." Gu Qing put Hu Xiaowei next to him, lit the elephant's fur on fire, and put a few thin-looking bones on top. After a while, the flames became weak.
They burned, taking with them the long-lost warmth, and became a bright sun in the vast white snow.
Hu Xiaowei snuggled in Gu Qing's arms, her body temperature gradually rising, but the blood stains under her body also deepened little by little, which looked shocking. Gu Qing would put his hands on the fire to warm them from time to time, and then press them tightly against Hu Xiaowei's
She reluctantly held her stomach to relieve the pain.
Hu Xiaowei stared at the fire in front of her with dull eyes, without blinking. She looked like a tight porcelain doll, beautiful but without a soul. "Gu Qing, do you think I should still live?