If there’s another landslide, they won’t even have a place to take shelter.
"We need to think of a way to get out of here, or we’ll die here."
Elly Campbell endured the sharp pain in her arm, glanced at the surrounding environnt, and said through gritted teeth.
Ethan White stood beside her, looking around. The mountains, already barren, were made even more desolate by the torrential rain and landslides—devastation as far as the eye could see.
"Unless soone cos in a helicopter to rescue us, it’ll be nearly impossible to get out."
Ethan sighed, but his tone wasn’t particularly heavy. On the contrary, there was an edge of cheerfulness.
Elly listened to his tone, puzzled, and gave him a sharp look before snapping:
"We’re on the brink of death, and you sound like you’re happy?"
"Of course. Spending my last monts with you—how could I not be happy?"
His face was sared with mud, but the gri couldn’t conceal his strikingly handso features. Even disheveled, he exuded a certain charm.
"That’s not funny at all."
Elly gave him an unamused glare. Seeing the alarming wounds on his body, however, she decided not to argue further and said:
"Let’s think of a way to get out of here first."
Standing here was tantamount to waiting for death.
Though Ethan spoke nonchalantly, he couldn’t possibly stand by and watch the righteous woman in his heart die here.
He nodded at Elly just as he was about to speak, when the sound of helicopter blades whirring above them cut through the storm, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder that echoed in her ears.
Elly’s face lit up with joy, assuming it was the rescue team’s helicopter.
She looked up, rain splashing on her face, obscuring her vision as she tried to peer upward.
From the helicopter, soone stood at the cabin door, lowering a rescue ladder. Monts later, a tall figure hurriedly climbed down the ladder.
Rain relentlessly pelted her eyes, blurring her vision, but in the next second, a familiar voice—a sound like heaven itself—pierced through the chaos and reached her ears.
"Elly!"
Elly froze for a second, then her face lit up with joy. "Adam? It’s Adam."
She turned to Ethan, her face full of excitent. "We’re saved."
Ethan didn’t miss the uncontainable happiness in her eyes. The corners of his lips twitched slightly.
Elly, however, didn’t notice the complicated emotions in his gaze. She kept waving in Adam’s direction, yelling, "Adam! Adam, I’m here."
Adam Jones was looking down from above, his line of sight unobstructed by the rain. However, with the deafening thunder and the helicopter’s rotor noise, he couldn’t hear Elly’s voice at all.
He could only search blindly in their general vicinity.
Earlier on the helicopter, he had heard that panicked cry—it had to an Elly was in danger.
Thinking it over, it was most likely a landslide.
He could only descend in the area near the disaster site to search for her.
"Elly!! Elly!!"
Adam stood on the rescue ladder, swaying in mid-air as the helicopter hovered above.
The dense forest below was chaotic and overgrown, making it impossible for the helicopter to descend too low. Adam could only grip the rescue ladder and climb down for a closer search for Elly’s location.
Elly saw Adam couldn’t hear her and, realizing she wasn’t tall enough, anxiously grabbed Ethan, who was leaning motionless against the tree trunk nearby. She barked:
"You’re taller—quick, wave to Adam! Quickly!"
She urged Ethan frantically, terrified that Adam might not spot her and would leave with the helicopter.
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