Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 283

Chapter 283 Separated From luch

Charlie was one of the richest people in Silvana, and I assumed he had lived a life of luxury for half of his life. He probably had not even experienced an injury like this, let alone endured such hardship. His expression was somewhat calm as he looked at me, speaking in a somewhat cryptic manner, "This kind of suffering is not suffering. I've been through things a hundred times worse than this. Don't be afraid. We can overcome these minor difficulties."

It was surprising to see him comforting me in turn. I smiled and nodded in agreement with his words. I went to the entrance of the cave and started moving the stones. When it comes to humans, as long as you set your mind to it, no difficulty could not be overcome.

After some effort, I managed to clear the entrance, which, while not as spacious as when we entered, was enough for us to exit. The sky outside was already bright. It had rained all night, and the wind outside was chilly. The cave entrance was dimly lit, making it hard to see much. 1 felt excited and turned to Charlie, saying, "We can go out now.

He smiled at me, his eyes deep and somewhat distant. Perhaps it was due to the darkness in the cave, but I had this lingering feeling that when he looked at me, there was something I could not quite grasp. It was not some unfounded romantic sentiment but something else.

Without dwelling on it too much, I reached out to help him up, but he didn't extend his hand. Instead, his dark gaze fixed on my hand. I hesitated for a few seconds, following his gaze, only to replace my palm covered in bloodstains, which looked somewhat gruesome. These were the scratches from moving the stones just now. I had thought it was just a minor scrape that hadn't even broken the skin, but it turned out to be bleeding.

Seeing this, I tried to pull my hand back to wipe the blood away, but he suddenly grasped it, his eyes fixed on the wound. He asked, "Does it hurt?"

I was taken aback for a moment, feeling that discussing such trivial matters at this moment was a bit melodramatic. I looked at him and said, "It hurts a bit, but I can tolerate it. Let's

1. HO. We need to get out of here."

He paused for a moment, then sighed with a hint of helplessness, extending his hand to help me up. We left the cave together. As we looked at the scene outside, both Charlie and I were stunned. The sight outside now seemed like an entirely different world from what we had seen last night.

A vast expanse of forest, nearly entirely covered in mud and soil. Even our car was nowhere to be seen. At a glance, the scene appeared desolate,

"Mudslide!" The only three words that came to mind were these. The cave was located at a high elevation, surrounded by large boulders, which had shielded it from the massive mudslide. When the mudslide occurred earlier, there was only a brief tremor, and the cave remained unaffected.

The extensive forest all around us had been almost completely buried. Charlie and I withdrew our gaze, and suddenly, I remembered Inch. When the accident happened, he had gone to replace firewood nearby. A sense of dread washed over me, and without much thought, I had an ominous feeling. My

body chilled, and I looked at Charlie, asking, "Inch has been gone for so long. What if something happened to him?"

Charlie parsed his lips but didn't respond. The forest we could see was nearly covered, and if Inch happened to be in the woods when the modside occurred, he might not have had time to... take cover. Thinking about this made my heart sink even further. Still, I dung to a glimmer of hope and shouted into the vast, concealed forest, "Inch!" The only response I received was a faint echo, not too distant. The wind was strong in the mountains, and it seemed like the rain was starting up again slowly.

Seeing this, Charlie spoke, "We need to get to higher ground first. Otherwise, if something happens again, this place isn't safe." The car was already impossible to locate; the mudslide might have carried it away.

We had no shelter from the rain. As Charlie said, if we continued to stay here, we wouldn't be able to avoid any further mountain disasters. However, with no word from Inch, I looked at Charlie, feeling distressed, "If we leave and Inch comes back, and he doesn't replace us, what do we do?"

Charlie pursed his lips, silent for a moment. He looked around, found a high and conspicuous spot, and marked it for Inch. Then he turned to me and said, "We'll leave markers along the way. If he returns, he should be able to see them."

Seeing no other option, it seemed this was the best course of action.