When Lin Qingqing picked up a pile of dry firewood, her hands were already frozen and unconscious. Because of the avalanche, most of the dead branches were crushed under the thick layer of snow, and she had to pull some by hand.

"Wow, you've got it all up?" Looking at Ou Yuanlan's achievements, Lin Qingqing couldn't help but sigh.

This man is really a man of action, saying that he would build a wall of ice and snow, and now he is almost halfway there. Lin Qingqing looked at the half-human-high wall in front of him, and was in awe of this person in his heart.

Ou Yuanlan only cared about the work in his hands and did not look up. "Go find some dead branches, they're not enough to last the night." He glanced at the things in Lin Qingqing's hand and said.

Glancing at his hand aggrievedly, Lin Qingqing didn't say anything to complain. "Okay." She said yes neatly.

In this case, she had no choice at all. Ou Yuanlan, a president worth more than 100 million yuan, has come here to build a wall, what else does she have to complain about.

Just as she was about to look for the dead branches again, Ou Yuanlan suddenly stopped her. "Wait." His faint voice was still a little warm in the ice and snow.

"Huh?" Lin Qingqing bit his lip and looked at him suspiciously.

Ou Yuanlan handed her the ski poles. "Take this and find it, stay safe." His always fair skin and brain had been frozen red, and looking at his eyes that were blown red by the wind because he was not wearing goggles, Lin Qingqing's heart twitched.

She took the pole and didn't say much. The moment he turned around, tears fell disobediently.

In the past, she always doubted whether Ou Yuanlan really loved her, and she always didn't believe in this person's true feelings for what she had done. However, now she knows that in fact, it has always been not him who has been the most selfish, but herself.

Maybe it's because he lacks love too much, so Lin Qingqing calculates the price of his feelings too high. She is afraid that once she gives her feelings, what she has to bear is the heart-rending pain when she loses.

In order to avoid harm for herself, she began to doubt and began to suffer from gains and losses. She wanted to use this way to prove that Ou Yuanlan cared about her, but she never thought that this way just made her torture herself.

It may not be too late to understand. Lin Qingqing held the ski pole in his hand and struggled to find dead wood branches in the snowdrift.

When she returned to the place just now with a bag full of dead branches again, Ou Yuanlan had already built a wall. This wall made of ice and snow was more than a man tall, and if it weren't for some too big flood beast, it would have kept them safe.

"Is that enough?" Lin Qingqing's lips turned pale, and her whole body was already trembling.

I came out at ten o'clock in the morning, and it is now four o'clock in the afternoon. She had been frozen in the snow for six hours, and her body could not bear it anymore.

Ou Yuanlan raised his head and glanced at it. "That's enough." He answered, then dragged Lin Qingqing past and neatly removed her gloves.

It was as natural as putting a mobile phone in his pocket, Ou Yuanlan grabbed Lin Qingqing's hand and put it into his down jacket. He wore only a thin cashmere pullover and a shirt under his down jacket.

Through the thin clothes, Lin Qingqing could feel the fresh beating heart in his chest and the endless heat emanating from him.

"Aren't you cold?" Lin Qingqing exclaimed, wanting to withdraw his hand.

The fingers that had just been frozen finally regained a trace of sensation, and there was a crispy tingling sensation like a pinprick after feeling the heat source.

Ou Yuanlan grabbed her hand. "Don't move." He growled, with a stern hint in his tone.

Now Lin Qingqing finally settled down, and she obediently put her hand on Ou Yuanlan's chest. The heat traveled from her fingertips to her blood vessels to her heart.

The night finally came, and Ou Yuanlan looked at the night that began to fall silent, and his face became solemn. They were not found all afternoon, and it was even more difficult to find them in the evening.

Glancing at the dead branches that Lin Qingqing had picked up, he decided to use the oldest method to drill wood for fire. Now the two of them don't have a fire, they don't have any biological products, and all they can use is probably what they have at hand.

"Are you sure you can really burn?" Lin Qingqing squatted aside, watching him keep drilling into the wood he picked up, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

She had never seen a real survival scene in the wild, and this was the first time she had seen the so-called drilling wood for fire. Looking around at the snowfields around her, she couldn't do anything better.

With a trace of green smoke rising, Lin Qingqing finally saw the dead branches in front of him burning. The fiery little red tongue licked the dead branches, making a crackling sound.

"It's really burning," Lin Qingqing showed an expression ......that he had seen for a long time.

Listening to her emotion, Ou Yuanlan glanced at her angrily. "Come here." He yelled at her.

"Oh." Lin Qingqing responded sullenly, and then slowly moved over.

I have to say that being tall and having long hands and feet is really an advantage. Lin Qingqing was held in Ou Yuanlan's arms, and although he was separated by two layers of thick down jackets, he could still feel his presence.

This is Ou Yuanlan's so-called most warm and energy-saving posture, although Lin Qingqing doesn't know if this man is fooling her.

That night, the two sat around the fire, snuggling up to each other to keep warm. "This snow-made wall won't be baked, will it?" Lin Qingqing looked at this small flame and couldn't help but be worried.

"No, it's far away." Ou Yuanlan explained in just a few words. Now for him, talking less is also a way to store energy.

In this kind of wind and snow, Lin Qingqing's nose was already red from the cold, and he couldn't smell the slightest breath about Ou Yuanlan. "You said you would be a great loss if we really died here!" She quipped.

"Well, it's a loss, our wedding hasn't happened yet." This time, he didn't bother to talk to Lin Qingqing, but replied to her with a whole sentence.

I don't know why, Lin Qingqing's heart was suddenly very moved, especially in this environment. The deep blue night sky was like the sea, the moon was sparse, the dead trees were towering, and there was no sound in the silence around them.

"Ou Yuanlan, I really, really love you." This is the first time Lin Qingqing has said the word love.

She used to feel that she was not worthy of saying love, and she always felt that the word love was extremely sacred. Those men and women communicate with each other with *, which only makes her feel disgusting.

But now, she knew she really liked the person in front of her. That kind of affection is even more than liking, and she can even give up dying for him. This is probably love, for Lin Qingqing, there is no fuller emotion than love.