My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 684: It Was a Long Dream

Florence’s body was weaker than she thought.

Without food, calories and energy, Florence felt her footsteps were heavier than ever. She could feel the endless exhaustion with every step she took.

The cold was even more unbearable. The cold wind pierced through Florence’s clothes and made her shivered every second.

Ernest wasn’t looking good as well. His handsome face got paler and paler.

His hands were as cold as ice most of the time.

The extreme weather in the snow could piece through Florence’s custom-made winter clothes. Although Ernest was generally stronger than Florence, he couldn’t hold on much longer because he was only wearing cotton-padded clothes. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The fact that he could make it until this moment was sole because of his strong physical quality.

“Ernest…”

Florence’s soft voice rose in the heavy snow. It went away with the wind the nest second Florence voiced out.

But Ernest heard her.

Ernest stopped and looked at Florence. Snowflakes dropped on his brow, but he looked as gentle as the breeze in spring.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ernest…”

Florence called his name softly. Her eyes were half-closed and there weren’t focus points in her pupil.

Florence was slowly going into unconsciousness.

It was too cold and too tired.

Florence tried her best to take a good look at Ernest. Her voice was shaking, and she sounded like she could run out of breath any minute.

“I’m sorry…”

“I don’t think can make it. I…”

“I don’t think I can go on anymore. Raflad is nearby. You must go on…”

Florence could only make it to this point.

She had already maxed out her capabilities in both physical and mental.

Ernest got nervous. He quickly hugged Florence, who walked wobbly behind him, in his arms.

Ernest looked at Florence in panic and told her, “Florence, don’t fall asleep. Wake up. Hang in there! We’re almost reaching Raflad.”

Ernest patted Florence’s shoulder.

Florence’s world was a blur now. She could barely see Ernest’s face.

Florence shook her head, and her pupils were dilated.

“I’m too tired…”

Florence couldn’t open her eyes, and she couldn’t move another inch anymore.

The extreme cold and exhaustion had depleted all her energy.

It turned out that the beautiful snow valley could kill too.

It was a waste that Florence couldn’t accompany Ernest till the end.

“Promise me, you must go on. Leave me here….”

Florence said slowly. Her voice was getting softer, like a candlelight in the wind.

Ernest’s face was pale. He was too nervous that he was going to have a breakdown.

Florence’s condition was terrible.

Florence’s condition was getting worse for the past few days, and now she had reached her limit.

But it was a long way in front of them.

Once Florence fell asleep, she will never wake up.

Ernest could hardly breathe when he thought of what could happen. It felt like a needle piercing into his heart.

Ernest put his arms around Florence’s waist and hugged her tightly into his arms like Ernest wanted to melt Florence into his body.

“Florence, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We’re about to leave the snow valley now. Hang in there. I’ll get you out of here.”

Ernest sounded coarse and determined, like a crazy obsession.

It was a long and hard way in front. Ernest was exhausted too, but he will never leave Florence here alone.

Florence could barely hear Ernest’s voice, but the content of what she heard worried her. It was only going to add on his burden if he brought her along.

And both of them will never make it out of this snow valley.

Florence wanted to stop Ernest, but she was overwhelmed by her tiredness when she opened her mouth. Florence couldn’t make any voice and her consciousness slowly went into the dark.

The hand Florence used to hug Ernest's arm slipped out of his arm.

This was it. Florence didn’t have the strength to go on anymore.

Ernest was stunned, and fear arose in his heart.

“Florence, don’t fall asleep. Wake up. Wake up.”

Ernest shook Florence’s body in a panic.

No matter how loud Ernest was or how hard Ernest shook her, Florence looked like a doll fell into a deep sleep. She didn’t respond to any of Ernest’s calls.

Florence didn’t fell asleep. She fell into unconsciousness.

Falling into unconsciousness in the snow could easily drop one’s temperature and made one chilled to death.

There wasn’t much time left for Ernest.

Ernest tried his best to calm down. He gritted his teeth and looked at Florence, “I will get you out of here. Trust me!”

Ernest said in a husky voice. It was a promise to Florence and an oath for Ernest.

Ernest took off the cotton-padded clothes he was wearing and put them on Florence. He tried his best to cover every part of Florence in clothes.

Then, he carried her onto his back.

A person who fell asleep was heavier than a person who was wide awake because of the lacking of support.

Usually, a weight like this was nothing for Ernest, but Ernest was also in exhaustion. The weight on his back made it harder for him in every step he took.

But Ernest didn’t have any hesitation.

The cold wind kept blowing. It pierced through the inner clothes Ernest was wearing. It was freezing.

As if the wind was going to freeze Ernest to death. It was almost unbearable.

Ernest gritted his teeth and borne with the cold wind.

Ernest looked determined. He carried Florence on his back and walked forward.

He needed to bring her out of the snow valley. He needed her to stay alive.

Death will be waiting for them if Ernest stopped now.

It was snowing heavier. The fluffy snowflakes dropped from the sky and clouded the scene afar.

There was always another mountain to climb as if there were no endings or boundaries.

Ernest walked forward step by step while carrying Florence on his back. A trail of heavy footprints was left behind him.

After a while, his footprints were covered by the snow.

“Florence, you said you’ll always be by my side. Don’t you dare to break your promise!”

Ernest’s voice was low, and he sounded coarse.

He kept talking to himself along the way.

However, the person lying on his back didn’t respond to any of his words. She was either asleep or dead.

Ernest wasn’t sure how far he got. In the endless snow valley, Ernest walked slower and slower out of exhaustion. It got harder to take one step after another.

Ernest didn’t even have the strength to build a tent.

Florence couldn’t hang on, and Ernest was almost reaching his limit. He used up all his energy for coming this far.

Extremely cold and ran out of food.

There’s always a limit as a human.

Ernest made it through the walk with his determination, but now things were getting blurry in his eyes.

Ernest’s body couldn’t stand the weight of two persons anymore. He fell to the ground.

…

Florence had a long dream.

She was in City N, and she visited Ernest’s villa in her dream.

The place was just like how she remembered it.