They were still in danger and did not know when they could leave .

She would only become his burden if she kept crying!

Mu Sihan watched as the woman became strong and decisive in the blink of an eye . Something seemed to have stung his heart .

This woman in front of him had never experienced special training . She was just a normal girl .

She did not collapse after experiencing so many life and death situations tonight and became stronger and braver instead . This made his heart ache .

Lifting his slender fingers, he poked the tip of her nose and there seemed to be a tenderness in his black eyes . “Let's go . ”

The two of them made their way from the narrow and small hole to the larger cave Mu Sihan had found .

Once they arrived, Mu Sihan collected a stack of wild gra.s.s, while Nan Zhi busied herself picking up dry wood around the cave . Their freezing cold bodies finally felt warmth when the fire started to burn .

When Mu Sihan her curling into a tight and trembling ball as she wrapped her arms around her body, he ordered like an arrogant ruler, “Take off your clothes to dry them . ”

Nan Zhi replied on instinct, “I don't want to . ”

Mu Sihan raised his straight eyebrows slightly at the sight of her embarra.s.sed face . “Do you really think that I want to force myself on you at this time?”

Nan Zhi knew that he wouldn't .

However, she felt awkward and embarra.s.sed just thinking of herself sitting there not wearing anything .

“I won't look at you . I'll turn around . ” If she continued to be stubborn and stay in her wet clothes, her body probably would not be able to take it .

Nan Zhi's heart warmed when she saw him turning around so his back was facing her .

She did not know why, but she really believed that he would not do anything to her in this situation .

Taking off her wet dress, she spread it out to dry against the fire . She still wore her underwear, since she could not bring herself to be completely naked, no matter what .

She turned back to glance at the man . “Do you want to take off your clothes and dry them as well?”

Mu Sihan's cigarette addiction was acting up . He bit on a sprig of gra.s.s as he said coa.r.s.ely without turning back, “It's not easy for me to wear my clothes again after I take them off . Are you sure you want me to take it off?”

Pressing her lips into a line, Nan Zhi cursed the man in her head . Why was he such a gangster? Just when she thought he was becoming slightly more decent .

Nan Zhi's clothes were more or less dry after half an hour, so she dressed herself again .

Mu Sihan threw the waterproof bag at Nan Zhi .

Nan Zhi opened the bag in confusion .  What? The antidote… ? She couldn't hide her surprise when she saw the vile in her small bag . The bag she had left on the speedboat in the frantic rush to escape .

She did not think that the antidote was still around . To think that he had taken her bag before he jumped out of the speedboat . Biting her lip, she felt an unspeakable emotion overwhelm her and she choked a little . “Thank you . ”

Mu Sihan hummed once, then ignored her .

Turning away from Mu Sihan, Nan Zhi opened the bag and took out a white b.u.t.ton from its inner pocket .

The b.u.t.ton had a smiley face that she had drawn, all those years ago .

It's here, my lucky b.u.t.ton  . This smiley face had accompanied her for nearly nine years . The relief she felt when she knew she hadn't lost it to the explosion was worth more than anything .

Mu Sihan stood up and glanced at Nan Zhi . His black orbs darkened slightly, seeing that she was staring at something intently . “What are you holding?”

Nan Zhi hurriedly closed her palm around the b.u.t.ton . She shook her head . “Nothing . ”

“You act like it's your precious treasure . Show it to me . ”

He would definitely get angry again if he saw it .

“It's really nothing…” The man jumped at her before she could finish her words and the hand holding the b.u.t.ton was grabbed by his persistent hands .

It was impossible to hide from him . His persistence to find out what she was hiding meant that she could not win against his strength . The fingers curled around her precious b.u.t.ton were pried open, one by one .

He picked up the b.u.t.ton lying on her palm to take a curious look at the item in question . “d.a.m.n it, whose b.u.t.ton are you hiding?”

Strange, why was this b.u.t.ton so familiar looking?

It's almost like that s.h.i.+rt he used to wear…