Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

Fortunately, Han Chunming was quite resourceful. In this bone-chilling environment, he quickly realized that he had to find a way to keep himself warm. So, he endured the discomfort and shivered as he began to search for dry firewood and dead grass that could be used to start a fire. After some hard work, he finally collected enough materials.

Then, he worked hard with his hands and feet, and finally successfully built a bonfire. The dancing flames brought a touch of warmth to the cold wilderness and temporarily alleviated the difficulties Han Chunming was facing.

However, without the warm light of the bonfire, what a terrible end would be waiting for Han Chunming in this cold and biting wilderness! The wind was like a ferocious beast, roaring and sweeping over, and the coldness was like a sharp needle, piercing deep into the bone marrow. It was no exaggeration to say that in just a moment, he would be swallowed up by the extreme cold, and the whole person would be like being frozen in a glacier, stiff and unable to move, and eventually turned into a lifeless ice sculpture, forever frozen in this desolate land.

Just like that, poor Han Chunming opened his eyes wide with fear and expectation. Even blinking became a luxury, for fear of missing any possible figure. He stared straight in the direction from which he came. Every second seemed as long as a year to him. The faint flame of hope in his heart flickered in the darkness and cold, but it always burned tenaciously, supporting him to continue to persevere. He was looking forward to the familiar figure suddenly appearing in his sight in the next moment, bringing salvation and warmth.

Time passed slowly and mercilessly. The night was like a huge black curtain, getting darker and darker, covering the whole world. The temperature continued to drop as the night deepened, and the cold air seemed to condense into frost. Han Chunming still stood there quietly, like a sculpture, motionless.

The coldness continued to erode his body, his limbs gradually became numb, and fatigue and exhaustion were like a surging tide, hitting his already fragile willpower wave after wave. But even so, he still gritted his teeth and held on tightly, unwilling to give up this last ray of hope easily.

However, reality is often so cruel and ruthless. No matter how hard Han Chunming waited, the expected figure never appeared...

Time passed by, the night became darker, until the second half of the night, Han Chunming was exhausted, the strong sleepiness came like a tide, wave after wave, making him unable to resist. Although he tried desperately to resist this tiredness, he was still unable to do so. At first, he could still rely on his tenacious willpower to keep his eyelids from closing, but as time went by, the heavy eyelids gradually became uncontrollable as if they were cast by magic, and finally slowly closed.

At the moment his eyelids closed, Han Chunming's heart suddenly sank, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. The reason was that the beautiful figure that he had been thinking about day and night had never appeared in his sight.

At this moment, Han Chunming felt that the whole world was collapsing before his eyes in an instant. All his beautiful visions and expectations turned into nothing. His heart, which was originally burning with the flames of love, was now drowned in boundless despair and pain, and was extinguished bit by bit.

He seemed to have turned into a walking corpse, standing there lifeless, his whole body seemed to have been drained of its soul, dull and numb. His eyes, which were once lively and full of spirit, were now like two long-dried wells, empty without a trace of light, his sight was wandering, full of confusion and helplessness.

That cold and ruthless voice was like a curse, constantly echoing in his mind, cruelly revealing to him the truth that made him want to die: the relationship between him and Su Meng might have really reached an irreversible end. The vows and sweet words they had made in the past had all turned into bubbles and drifted away with the wind.

The memories of the past surged into his mind like a surging tide, drowning him. The words that the senior brother said in the past rang so clearly in his ears at this moment, and every word hit his heart like a heavy hammer. "She may not be the one destined for you..." These words kept circling in his mind, making him begin to doubt the love he had always believed in.

Could it be that Su Meng had never really belonged to him from the beginning to the end? Once this horrible thought came up, it spread like a weed with strong vitality, madly spreading deep in his heart. It eroded every nerve and every thought of his at an alarming speed, mercilessly occupying every corner of his mind, making him almost breathless.

Han Chunming stood there blankly, his eyes empty and confused, thinking about his past experiences. If time could go back, if fate could be rearranged, if he had not met Su Meng at that accidental moment, what would he be like now? Would he not be so miserable, frustrated, and suffocated by the pressure of life?

However, no matter how he fantasized or assumed, the cruel reality was always in front of him, mercilessly mocking his naivety and delusion. Su Meng's resolute departure was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart fiercely, making him feel a bone-chilling chill rising from the bottom of his heart, quickly spreading throughout his body, until every part of his body was enveloped by this chill.

His lips trembled as he took a deep breath of the icy cold air, hoping to calm himself down a little. The cold air rushed into his lungs along his throat, bringing a stinging feeling, but at the same time it also made his chaotic brain clear for a moment.

After a while, Han Chunming slowly stood up, like a puppet without support, his movements seemed a little stiff.