Dying (1)

There was a small flashlight in the first aid kit, but Anhao was afraid of attracting the attention of the enemies or the scary animals in the mountains, so she did not use it. She just stayed close to Zuo Hancheng in the dark and placed her cold hand on his hot forehead, almost hugging him.

When she did this, Zuo Hancheng's head fell weakly in her arms. Anhao could feel his weakness and tears almost fell from her eyes.

When had Zuo Hancheng ever been like this?

She gently placed her hand on his head, as if she was gently hugging a fragile child. In the darkness, she felt Zuo Hancheng's burning face. She lowered her head and gently kissed his face. The skin under her lips was also burning hot.

Anhao held back her tears, and her trembling lips gradually landed on his lips. It was as if she was afraid that she would never be able to kiss or hug this man again in the future. She was careful and extremely devout.