When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Got it!” came the voice from above.

Soon, the dark pit was lit up by a beam of light. I remained still, not daring to move a muscle. I squinted against the brightness to see a figure looking down from above, seemingly belonging to a man.

Assuming that it was Armond, I called out in warning, “Armond, be careful. There’s a swamp here and the ground is soft. I’m worried that this area might sink at any moment. Please be careful!”

He didn’t respond, but tied a rope around his waist instead. With the flashlight in one hand, he used the light to find his footing while the other hand groped the soft walls of the pit as he walked in my direction.

The flashlight’s beam was aimed directly at me, so I couldn’t make out Armond’s features. Casting my gaze around, I spotted two slightly deeper pits a short distance away, probably left by my feet earlier.

There was also some muddied undergrowth all around the area, all of which were tea trees, which proved that my guess was right—the ground here had given way not too long ago.

The rain was getting heavier and my clothes were completely soaked by then. I wasn’t sure if the ground beneath my feet could hold my weight, but I had to try making my way forward. When Armond closed in on me, I called out again, “Be careful. Some of the areas are sinkholes!”

“Mm,” he responded just when he reached my side and I was taken aback to hear the familiar voice.

My head whipped up in surprise. “Ashton? What are you doing here?” For some reason, my nerves instantly loosened the moment I saw him and I breathed out an inaudible sigh of relief.

With his lips pressed into a straight line, he raised his brows in provocation. “What? Are you disappointed that it’s me?”

remark and urged, “Let’s get out of here now. This place could sink at any

further explanation, he grabbed my hand and looked up at the entrance of the pit. “I’ve found her. Tie

“Okay, got it.

the other end of the rope on

and he reached out to hold my hand, but I instinctively drew

me with unreadable eyes, then

carefully behind him. The pit’s entrance was seven to eight meters above us and with the heavy downpour, climbing

people above had to stand a

strong enough. When I slipped down after a few tries, getting out of here started

whole body covered with mud, I felt miserable. Ashton had a good physique, so he could have easily climbed up on his own, but it was much more difficult

of mud coated his skin. Even his usually neat and proper hair was stained with mud

on, neither of us is getting

frowned and pinned me a hard stare. “Would you give

by his question. Realizing that he had misunderstood, I sighed softly. “It’s not what you think it is. Our priority right now is to minimize the loss. We’re both going to end

by me!” he retorted. Disregarding my struggles, he

easy feat and I