Two days later, the bad weather in Chamonix gradually calmed down.
The staff asked Lan Yuchi to come out and went with him to search for Mu Si's whereabouts.
The rescue organization dispatched a large number of personnel to conduct a large-scale search of the accident site, but there was no search.
Later, the scope was expanded to all mountain ranges and peaceful lands within a radius of 100 kilometers.
After searching for several days, I still found nothing.
The rescue organization has advised Lan Yuchi to give up because Mu Si's body was not found in this day. Maybe it had been swept away by the storm, or had been buried in ice and snow and condensed.
But Lan Yuchi did not give up. Even though Mu Si was no longer alive, he still wanted to find her body and take her back to the country to let her rest in peace.
In order to miss any glimmer of hope, Lan Yuchi contacted many other professional rescue teams to help, hoping to find Mu Si's body back.
But days passed day by day, and there was never a news that made him slightly cheer up.
In a blink of an eye, two weeks have passed, and all the places you can find have been searched, but the result is still blank.
All rescue teams have also stopped searching.
A rescue team leader told Lan Yuchi, "Mr. Lan, it is impossible to find Miss Musi anymore. Maybe she fell into some bottomless rift in the mountains, or was buried by the collapsed ice peaks.
,You should mourn.”
The rescuers left, and Lan Yuchi stood alone on the ice peak, as if he was still moving like a sculpture.
He quietly looked at the bleak clouds above the mountain, his eyes as transparent as the air, as if he was blind.
He felt that the dim cloud silk in the sky was very similar to Mu Si's clear soul, gentle and soft.
He knew that she had fallen from there, and her soul must have floated in the sky where the snow-harsh wind was swaying.
Because this place condenses the joys and sorrows of the two, and her true love that never ends in death.
She knew that he would definitely come here to find him, so she would stare at him in the vast sky.
He quietly looked up at the misty clouds and mist, and as he looked, tears like morning dew spilled out of the corners of his eyes.
Because he felt that the clear soul was so lonely and lonely.
Under this foreign sky, the evening thoughts will be a hundred years of loneliness, a thousand years of drift, without the compliment of lovers, and without the tribute of relatives, and will always float coldly above the cold peak where the sky is closed.
His legs bent, and he knelt weakly on the ground where water was dripping into ice. He covered his face tightly with his hands, and his side face reflected a kind of ileum of coldness in the broken silver light.
His slender and upright figure kept trembling, and his handsome back looked as fragile as a child.