Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 7.1 - A Dense, Impervious Light (1)

On the seventh day, after she was bitten by an unknown bug, she began running a low-grade fever.

There was nothing even Cheng Muyun could do. In regards to this fragile physique of hers that was suitable only for living in a city, there were times when even he was powerless to do anything.

That night, he once again left her alone in this forest where wild beasts could appear at any moment. "Hide here. Do not move at all. Even if you feel worse and unbearably uncomfortable, you still must not go anywhere."

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In the murky night, this forest was even more impervious to light.

Wen Han clutched a sharp, pointed stone, continually scratching marks into the boulder beneath her with it. Her breathing was heavy, and even when she coughed, it was done quietly and cautiously.

All around, there were noises, sometimes soft, sometimes piercing to the ear.

They came from all different types of animals.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Curling herself into a ball, she shrunk into a corner on that boulder, where vines cascaded down. In comparison to the dangerous animals that roamed in the dark, those unknown insects dwelling in the vines were too trivial.

The mentality of hatred from being used that had existed in her less than twenty days ago was now so superficial she could not even remember it. When weighed against the hopeless forward trudging, the unimaginable perils of this dense forest, and also the fear of not knowing what the future would hold, all feelings became especially insignificant and were not even worth mentioning.

Every time he left her, what she actually most hoped for was his swift return.

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Gradually, footsteps could be heard.

Wen Han opened her eyes wide, searching for the source of that sound, her breathing growing heavier and heavier.

Cheng Muyun saw a small, grimy figure crawl out from the darkness. Wiping his blood-covered hands clean on his pants, he extended an arm and lifted her up into his embrace. "Feeling unwell?"

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Time seemed to have been swallowed into hell.

In this endless night, she awakened several times, and each time, she could feel that she was in his arms as they trekked through this forest for which there was no end in sight.

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She could not endure any more violent rocking and jolting. He had no choice but to abandon that horse and use the safest method—walking their way out of this deep forest while he carried her.

The original plan had been to leave Nepal tomorrow, but now he had to change his plan and make the choice to remain within Nepali borders. With Wen Han's current condition, they needed to first find a safe place.