The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, collapsing softly onto the ground nearby.

She thought she was already exhausted.

If she pushed herself just a bit harder, she would be lying in the snow, unable to get up, and would die before tomorrow morning, possibly even before sunset today.

However, she still needed to gather firewood, start a fire, find whatever luggage there might be, and do many other things.

She had to do it now.

She needed to act, or both of them would die.

First, find a wind-sheltered place and use stones to build a stove pit.

Then, gather some dry branches for kindling.

The small branches from the trees hit by the tractor should be sufficient, and Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't find anything drier.

She also needed to peel off some bark from the trees.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took two steps and saw scattered luggage.

This was a great joy.

The good news was that it contained their quilt and thick clothes, luckily including a pair of padded shoes.

The bad news was that the other luggage couldn't be seen.

Jiang Xiaoxiao changed her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief; now she wasn't worried about getting frozen.

She drank the peach juice and seemed less likely to freeze to death.

But without a fire, she wasn't sure she could survive the night.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had already covered him with the quilt to ensure his body's warmth.

Furthermore, the snow was getting heavier.

She cleared the snow from the designated area; it was a wind-sheltered place, with solid, sturdy rocks at the back blocking some of the wind and snow.

It was a natural refuge.

Then, she used the scattered sheet metal from the tractor to dig a nearly ten-centimeter-deep fire pit; although breathless, it was necessary.

Plenty of stones, a layer was paved in the pit.

Then Jiang Xiaoxiao gathered the dry wood she found.

The small branches on the fallen trees were the driest.

She took the branches off and filled the gaps with new branches.

While doing this, she used the fallen tree trunk to create a barrier on the other side of the rocks to keep the simple shelter formed by the rocks warm.

She carefully placed the branches in the fire pit and added some crumpled paper, torn from her notebook and college entrance exam materials.

Then she put kindling on top, followed by some larger pieces of wood.

"This wood is all damp, won't burn vigorously, but the good part is it will burn for a while!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was now worried about matches.

"It's possible it won't light at all."

She thought but didn't say it out loud.

She searched through all the luggage but found no matches.

How could she forget to put a few boxes in her space!

Jiang Xiaoxiao was extremely annoyed with her own oversight; a lack of foresight is a present worry.

Now is the present worry.

In her space, there's enough food for a hundred people for a year, but not a single box of matches was to be found.

Song Moting was struggling to turn his head, his face covered in bloodstains looked horrifying.

"In my… pants pocket."

She knelt on the ground, opening the quilt she had just tucked around him, which was still the quilt from their wedding.

The bright red 'dragon and phoenix bringing prosperity,' now bringing no prosperity at all; she stuck her right hand into his pants pocket.

So warm, it felt so good.

She almost moaned aloud.

But her fingers were too cold to feel anything, could not judge if she touched the matches, she grabbed whatever she touched.

"Careful!"

She pulled her hand out of his pocket to see if she got the matches.

A wisp of smile curved at his lips, instantly fading away.

She paused to gaze at his bloodstained face.

This was the first time she noticed a hint of humor from him, which moved her greatly, because although she could do so many things, they still might not survive.

He had not given up; he had already miraculously survived the cliff fall, she could not tolerate his dying due to her wrongful decision or lack of effort.

She owed him a life; he just exerted his utmost to protect her, now she could do anything to protect him.

A flash of light, the lovely little flame became brighter, the fire climbed higher, the jumping flames first devoured the paper fragments, then the bark.

Then she saw that the kindling of twigs started smoking, then glowing and burning too.

She laughed loudly, so pleased without knowing why, she almost cried.

She turned back to look at Song Moting lying there, a big smile appearing on his face.

She was so happy she shouted aloud, jumped up, and ran towards him, nestling herself into his embrace.

Song Moting wanted to hug her and give her a kiss, but he couldn't even move.

Then it was about moving Song Moting into the shelter she had created.

Although it looked like just two steps.

Jiang Xiaoxiao still thought it would be very difficult.

She thought of the wolf and rabbit skins; all the rabbits they hunted last year were sewn into several cushions.

She laid the skins flat, then held Song Moting's head, stabilized his wound, and heavily dragged him off the sack of food.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt she was using all the energy she'd ever had in her life.

She could almost collapse onto the cushion.

What kind of luck is this?

A trip back to town yielded this outcome.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wondered if the peach juice had lost its effect, why did she still feel so miserable.

Song Moting watched Jiang Xiaoxiao's pale face, her chest heaving violently, trying hard to rise, only to be faced with a blackout.

Jiang Xiaoxiao helped him lie back down.

"What are you doing? Clearly your head is like this, yet you move around."

Jiang Xiaoxiao complained to him.

He lay there, deadly quiet, eyes still tightly shut.

Didn't even manage to speak.

"I'll drag you over there; it's sheltered from the wind,"

She said while dragging the cushion over forcefully.

Keeping dry is important, but staying dry is even more important.

"I brought a quilt to cover you, stop bleeding as soon as possible, change your bloody clothes."

"Okay," he said softly.

Luck still, Song Moting didn't pass out again, but his voice was even weaker.

Jiang Xiaoxiao found clean gauze from the luggage.

Thankfully, she had stocked up some medical supplies while helping everyone with medical check-ups at the stance earlier.

Soaked in disinfectant, she placed it on the bleeding wound, pressing down hard.

This time she kept pressing, talking to him throughout the process, telling him everything she did and why she did it.

If he had any objections, he could voice them, but Song Moting remained silent.

She didn't know how long she held the gauze down, but when she lifted the corner of the gauze for the third time to check, the bleeding had significantly slowed.

She pressed for about another five minutes, this time when checking, there was no more blood flowing out from the terrifyingly deep wound.

"I think it worked!" she exhaled. "It's really not easy."

But it needed stitching.

Sedatives were certainly not available.

Could Song Moting's current state endure?

She seriously doubted it.

"What do you plan to do?"

Song Moting's weak voice asked.

He sensed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hesitation; now the only thing that would make her hesitate was probably himself.

"I want to stitch…"

She didn't need to say the rest; Song Moting already understood his wife's worry.

"Do it, I can endure it!"

He could do nothing, watching Jiang Xiaoxiao, a woman, do so many things.

These tasks were originally his responsibility.

Now Jiang Xiaoxiao, a woman, was bearing it alone.

He felt sorrow and guilt in his heart; the sooner the wound was stitched, the faster he would heal and be able to assume his responsibilities sooner.