The cold wind in the Altai Mountains rolled up the pine needles, and she quietly hid the insect sample in her sleeve. Her back was pressed against the cold muzzle of the gun, and the poacher's tug brought with it brute force.
The four people hiding in the bushes have their own concerns, but they are all willing to risk themselves for this mountain and this person.
"Lu Baiyu, wait for me." Lin Qiuhe's voice was crushed by the cold wind, his eyes locked on her dragged back. Ten years ago, he would have rushed forward at this moment - no matter what, even death. But at this moment, his knuckles were clenched so hard that he forced himself to stay where he was. He understood that what he had to do was not to block the gun for her, but to ensure that the shot would never go off.
Lu Baiyu raised his eyes, the night in Qinghe was so clear that it could hold the entire Milky Way. She looked at the Milky Way without uttering a cry for help. Because he will come and she will wait. Because this time, she believed until death.
Intention: We each climbed over the mountains and seas before we met again at the top of the mountain. This time, fighting till death makes sense.