"When you were buried in the snow, nobody outside could find you. If he hadn't stained the snow with his own blood, drawing the attention of the rescuers, you probably wouldn't have survived either."
Yuanya's body swayed, limply leaning against the bed head.
She suddenly covered her face with her hand, recalling Lan Xiu's state, and her nose soured with the onslaught of unexpected emotions.
Burning hot tears streamed down her fingers, quickly soaking the back of her hand.
"Miss Yuanya, you're still receiving an IV..."
Doctor Chris looked at her trembling shoulders and the sobs that, despite her best efforts to suppress, could still be heard. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
A wave of pain swept through Yuanya's heart.
Lan Xiu had gone to the snow mountain because of her.
It was her burden that prevented them from escaping the disaster in time.
Ultimately, it was when she couldn't hold on any longer that he chose to signal their location using such a method.