The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned against Song Moting, the two of them covered with three quilts.

Song Moting had no change of clothes, so he could only rely on the quilts for warmth.

It was truly warm beside him.

Jiang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes; she needed to rest for a moment. The series of actions earlier still left her feeling dizzy.

Resting in the crook of his shoulder, the warm breath made her own breathing feel warm too.

But she didn't have much time; she had to make this little shelter airtight before it got darker. Otherwise, by night, the temperature would drop drastically.

After this snowstorm, they might freeze to death.

People didn't even know they were in trouble. It wouldn't be until the next day when the tractor driver didn't return that the production team leader would inquire.

After all, the tractor was a luxury asset of the farm.

That's when they'd discover they were missing and start a rescue.

Jiang Xiaoxiao thought despairingly, this timeline would probably be long.

By then, how long could they hold out?

Especially since no one could predict how long this snowstorm would last, once the snow was too heavy.

Blocked by snow, no one would risk their lives to enter the mountains for a search and rescue.

Thinking about this made Jiang Xiaoxiao feel hopeless about the future.

Then thinking of her parents, older sister and brother, the things she was protecting seemed almost the same. Although not perfect, her parents had more than ten thousand with them, they didn't need to be very rich, but medical treatment would be no problem if they got sick.

Her brother and sister wouldn't follow the same old path either.

That was enough; people should be content.

The only regret was, she still had many things she wanted to do, those people who helped her, those she owed gratitude, she hadn't had time to repay.

But how could life be without regrets?

Regret is a form of beauty too.

She smiled bitterly and turned her head in another direction, opening her eyes.

She was not someone who would easily give up.

She still had space, food, a Spiritual Spring, peaches, ginseng, what was there to fear?

Who would freeze to death; it wouldn't be them freezing to death.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, full of ambition, saw the tractor wedged between two big trees.

The front of the tractor was long gone, and the whole tractor seemed to be torn in half.

Only the trailer of the tractor remained stuck between the two trees, looking like a broken rag doll.

Turning her head to look in another direction.

She wanted to try to find the luggage she had brought, anything in between that could be useful.

After all, now that she had found quilts, rabbit-skin mats, these things could keep them warm and insulated, and she had cooked something to eat.

Finding those boxes might be able to block them against the cliff wall here, forming a closed space.

Not completely closed, but warm, and with fire, at least they wouldn't die.

There were also peaches.

With peaches, they wouldn't die.

Not to mention, the warmth provided by peaches was absolutely reliable.

The only regret was they couldn't enter the space, or it wouldn't be like this.

When anxious, she would forget about the space, often not considering what the space could do, really needing to reflect on it.

Fortunately, she could still be thankful now.

Thankful for having space as emergency backup.

At the moment she turned her head, her gaze suddenly froze.

That was...

A person!

Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly sat up, a gust of cold wind made Song Moting sneeze violently.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly covered him with the quilt and placed his clothes on a stone by the fire to dry.

She had seen a person.

If she was not mistaken, it was the tractor driver.

No matter what, she had to go over to take a look; if alive, she would save him.

Her conscience felt guilty; if it weren't for giving them a ride, the person wouldn't have encountered such a thing.

By emotion and principle, they were both responsible.

There he was.

Whether alive or dead, they should go take a look.

In fact, who could have foreseen this accident? Originally, they thought it was just the first snow of the season, not expecting it to be heavy, they'd have reached the county by then.

Production team leader Li Dahu even said it wouldn't be a problem.

They were accustomed to snowy weather here, and besides, there was no issue with the roads at present.

It wasn't the slippery roads after several snowfalls, a three-hour round trip was guaranteed to be fine.

Yet there really was an issue.

"Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao?"

Song Moting, due to injuries to his head and cervical spine, couldn't move.

From his position and direction, he couldn't see anything in the distance.

"Brother Song, I saw the tractor driver."

Song Moting was silent.

Reason told him that since the tractor driver was alone, they had an undeniable responsibility to rescue him.

And in this matter, the biggest victim might be the driver; after all, if it wasn't for giving them a ride to the county, there was no reason for him to go out in such weather, though no one could have predicted this weather either.

The weather forecast said it would snow tomorrow.

Who knew it would snow today.

After all, the snow hadn't been present throughout the day, they weren't able to foresee it at all.

He regretted not leaving earlier, perhaps if they had set off a bit earlier, they wouldn't have encountered this.

But what's the use of regret now?

They should go save the driver.

The problem was that he was now helpless, unable to move, relying on Jiang Xiaoxiao alone?

He couldn't overlook how bad Jiang Xiaoxiao's face looked, not knowing what kind of injuries she had sustained, as none were visible, and Jiang Xiaoxiao herself claimed she wasn't hurt.

But if this went on, Jiang Xiaoxiao would collapse too.

Reason told him that was a living person; whether alive or dead, they should rescue him.

Song Moting had never hated his helplessness more than at this moment.

Jiang Xiaoxiao noticed Song Moting's dilemma.

They were human, with basic moral boundaries.

"Brother Song, I'm going to save him!"

Song Moting closed his eyes; real men don't cry easily.

There was a glimmer of tears in the corners of his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they were clear.

"Okay, there's a fruit knife in my coat pocket, find two thick branches, and tie something to your shoes to avoid slipping. It's best to move me to a position where I can see you."

Song Moting instructed.

All he could offer were verbal instructions.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded. She definitely needed many things.

She moved Song Moting to a position, and even placed a rabbit-skin mat where he had been, taking out all her possessions from the trunk.

She also took a rabbit skin; otherwise, she couldn't pull the person back.

Prepared two wooden sticks as walking canes, Jiang Xiaoxiao tied ropes to the soles of her shoes, torn from bundles, to increase friction.

Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Song Moting, and Song Moting nodded.

Jiang Xiaoxiao set off.

Jiang Xiaoxiao crawled with both hands and feet over the steep slope to where the driver lay face down.

Because of a splitting headache, her muscles were stiff, and her crawling speed was extremely slow.

The tractor driver was a large man, face down on the ground at this moment.

At this moment, he was still lying there, with his head turned to the left.

Jiang Xiaoxiao crawled up to him and touched his cheeks, which were very cold, but at this moment touching cheeks couldn't determine anything.

Frozen for half a day in this weather.

Even if alive, a face would be cold now.

She extended her hand into his collar, feeling the skin on his neck.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the skin here still felt somewhat warm.

Kneeling beside him, she detected his very weak breathing, his chest slightly rising and falling.

Without careful observation, it was hard to see, but Jiang Xiaoxiao was very sure he was breathing, still breathing, meaning he wasn't dead.

Jiang Xiaoxiao lay on the ground with relief.

The guilt in her heart was much relieved.

First, pour down some peach juice, hoping to preserve his life.

"Sir! Sir!"

The driver did not respond, nor did he show any sign that he heard her shout.

No response at all, he remained motionless.