My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia stared vacantly at the heavy snowfalls through the windows with tears running down her face.

I was wrong. Please come back safely, would you?

…

It was late at night in the mountains.

She attempted to sit up, but immediately felt an intense pain at her waist upon moving her body. The pain was so strong that she nearly blacked out, and so she had no choice but to lie down again weakly.

Suddenly, a voice emerged from behind. “Your waist is injured. I’ve treated the wound and performed a suture. Stay still for now.”

Upon hearing the voice, Alice lifted her eyes to see a bonfire in front of her, and Michael was sitting across it.

He had taken off his black coat and was wearing a suit of thermal underwear. The tight clothes fitted his tall and muscular body well, especially the brawny chest that he had trained for the sake of the movie. With his head lowered, he was fumbling with something. Looking at the wan blaze of fire that projected on his delicately outlined face and his features which could only be half-seen, Alice sensed a mysterious and cold aura.

Michael was sharpening a wooden stick with an army knife that he always carried with him, and after he was done, he jabbed the sharpened end of the stick into the ground. Though ferocious beasts should not exist in the snow mountain at night especially when their spot was near to residential areas, as a retiree from the special forces, Michael still habitually raised his vigilance in the setting and had implemented all possible protective measures.

Lying on a pile of dried leaves, Alice could smell blood and a pungent smell of humid decay. She struggled to lift her thermal underwear, thereafter found out that both her coat and thermal wear had been torn apart by some sharp tools. Besides, there was a wound on her waist that had already been dressed.

She remembered bringing a camera and taking pictures along a track in the afternoon by herself as she was attracted by the beautiful scenery.

However, the further she went, the more picturesque the view, and she was so carried away while taking pictures that she had even forgotten about going back. By the time she turned around, she found herself in a vast expanse of white snow and could not remember the direction in which she came from, and thus was lost.

She then anxiously searched for the way back, but she accidentally stepped on something amidst the hurry and rolled down the hill. Following that, she could feel an intense pain as her waist was pierced by an object and thereafter she went into a coma.

what happened, her first response was to ask

wooden sticks. The light was dim in the cave as the bonfire was the only source of light. Alice could not see his expression clearly, nor did

almost cost me mine too, yet the first thing

missing when she sneaked out

this cave. Today when Alice went missing, he found her near the cave, so she brought her there to dress her wound as the snow

was nothing else the two of them could talk

time, Alice realized that her camera was right next to her, and she breathed a

continued to howl outside. It was indeed a great spot to take shelter from the blizzard, and the bonfire that was

it into the ground, and thereupon returned to the cave. After adding a few pieces of wood into the fire, he lay down on a comfortable spot and used his backpack as

wound, including a pair of sterile gloves, gauze covered with blood and stitches

nudged her body, looked at Michael and said sincerely, “Thank you. If it wasn’t

would have died in the blizzard or from an infected wound. By the time the

silent, Michael gave her a hand gesture, signalling

her wound seemed to be subsiding too. All of a sudden, something crossed her mind and she said, “My phone is manufactured by Michel Group too, and it is functionable under extreme weather. Let’s

eyes closed, Michael murmured, “I didn’t see your

Alice recall her taking out the phone and using it as a compass when she

Alice asked, “Then

Michael answered in a short

was a

five-feet-six-inches tall and had a typical body size of a Caucasian woman. He had depleted quite some energy

of the howling wind amidst the blizzard, and the more nervous she got, the more her wound

as Michael, and her panic became

answered with his eyes closed, “Stop overthinking. I’m familiar with this area and we’ll leave once the blizzard is over. The nearest residential area is only two hours away from