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Chapter Fifty-One: The Mountain Has Trees
The helicopter's rotor blades swept away the gloom above her, reigniting the faint glimmer of hope deep within her heart. She jumped up from the ground, as if a switch had been flipped on a puppet, dancing and flailing her arms in place without a care.
This was the Search and Rescue Team specifically sent for her.
The helicopter landed a hundred meters away, and several men disembarked. They were all clad in dark green flight suits, except for one. That man wore a black leather jacket, exuding an air of confidence as he strode toward her through the snow.
Just as despair flickered through her mind, Zhou Xuanyu miraculously appeared. It seemed that fate was indeed playing with her.
Her remaining strength drained away in an instant, and before she could utter a word, she collapsed to the ground. Zhou Xuanyu had already sensed something was wrong; he rushed over and caught her in his arms.
"You really are a troublesome girl," he chided lightly, his tone devoid of emotion.
But all she could think about was how he had come for her.
It turned out to be her mother who sensed the crisis at the last moment. Anxious and unable to fly to France immediately, she reached out to all her friends currently in France and finally thought of Zhou Xuanyu.
Zhou Xuanyu was someone with reliable connections and extensive contacts; without much effort, he had found her—who had gone through great peril and nearly lost her life.
As they boarded the helicopter, the snow had stopped falling, but darkness had completely enveloped the sky. She had almost missed the best chance for rescue, and thinking back on it filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread.
They spent the night in a small town in Chamonix, staying at a friend's house.
The night in Chamonix was beautiful, like a fairy tale, but she had no energy to appreciate it and fell asleep immediately.
She slept until dawn, waking up thirsty. As she got up to find some water, she noticed the lights were on in the living room.
Zhou Xuanyu was drinking with a burly French man. It was unclear when they had started drinking; the French man's cheeks were already flushed, while Zhou Xuanyu showed no signs of intoxication.
He noticed her and asked if she wanted to join them for a drink.
She pouted and asked, "Can I drink?"
He laughed, "Haven't you just turned eighteen?"
A thought crossed her mind—had she finally grown up in his eyes?
The gathering of two suddenly turned into three, making it even livelier. He had a good tolerance for alcohol, and to his surprise, she held her own as well. The burly host, however, was all show; his drinking capacity was nowhere near theirs, and he was the first to pass out.
He asked her if she was tired, and she shook her head.
The desolate yet beautiful moonlight streamed through the window. Suddenly, she suggested going to the Snowfield to watch the sunrise. It was a classic case of forgetting pain after healing, but unexpectedly, he agreed without hesitation.
He found a coat and hat for her and wrapped a thick scarf around her neck... He protected her from every angle. Meanwhile, he remained in his cool daytime outfit, looking as striking as ever.
She was worried that he might be cold, but he seemed unconcerned as he cheerfully led her out the door.
She thought that after the little scare she had during the day, a nap and a drink would calm her down. But who would have guessed that when her foot sank into the snow, fear and exhaustion washed over her again, and she could barely take a few steps.
This outcome seemed to be within his expectations. However, instead of urging her to go back, he simply hoisted her up and settled her onto his back.
In the vast snowfield, he walked steadily with her on his back, each step firm and deliberate.
She lay against his broad back, feeling that she should say something. After pondering for a long time, she ultimately decided to remain silent.
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