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?”

a split second, but ignored his sarcastic remark and urged, “Let’s get out

and looked up at the entrance of the pit. “I’ve found her. Tie the rope to a tree and

“Okay, got

other end of the rope on his body

hand, but I instinctively drew away from him and protested, “It’s

at me with unreadable eyes, then withdrew his gaze and reminded,

seven to eight meters above us and with the heavy downpour, climbing up

people above had to stand a distance

my arms weren’t strong enough. When I slipped down

on his own, but it was much more

clothes were completely drenched with rainwater and a layer of mud coated his skin. Even his usually neat and proper hair was stained with mud

the muddy ground and said, “You go up first. If this goes on, neither of us is getting out of here. The rain’s too heavy. This place may collapse

stare. “Would you

was stunned 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 up getting injured if we

he retorted. Disregarding my struggles, he pulled me up and continued climbing

no easy feat and