1228 Is she his daughter?

The fire gradually died, leaving behind several weak sparks.

They had run out of firewood.

Despite coiling behind the stone wall to avoid the cold wind, her hands had long gone numb, and there seemed to be a thin layer of ice on her face; each of her lashes was frozen and even the simple act of blinking her eyes became somewhat tough.

As she rubbed her hands together and blew at them, she raised her head to look at the night scenery.

Youyou was taking a nap while leaning against his brother.

Mu Yichen, meanwhile, was leaning against the stone wall. He wore an outer jacket, previously given to him by the scar-faced man.

He felt something hard in one of the pockets when he put his hands in them for warmth.

He was surprised to see that it was a photo upon taking it out.

In the photo was a cute girl standing in an amusement park with a bright and warm smile on her face.

There was a man's handwriting on the back of it. Ruoxue, dad loves you!

Was she his daughter?

His brows knitted slightly before carefully keeping the photo in his jacket's inner chest pocket.

He turned to look at his younger twin.

Right now, his head was on his shoulder. His ebony hair fluttered in the wind as it brushed on his pale, thin face and entangled his lashes. He looked somewhat frail and lifeless.

They had to leave now. They would probably freeze to death in this wilderness if they stayed here longer.

When the sun slowly rose in the distant east, Lisa carefully covered the traces of the dead fire with a pile of leaves. Now that it was bright, she could finally easily tell her cardinal directions with her excellent navigational skills. She then slowly headed to the north.

Mu Yichen followed her closely with his brother in tow.

Deep in the jungle, daylight pierced through the canopy of trees and left them mottled.

A cobra aggressively darted out its pinkish, forked tongue atop a tree as a bullet pierced through the evergreen leaves, smoldering.

In the shade of a huge tree, a cold-looking Lisa blankly stared at the cobra, which was precisely shot in the head, with tilted head while playing with the Colt in her hand.

She plucked some fruit from the tree.

Its sour juice spilled in her mouth when she bit on one of them.

With a spitting sound, she threw the fruit away.

The unripe fruit would upset the stomach if eaten.

Mu Yichen looked at her.

She was dressed in a camouflage-field combat suit. When she nimbly cruised through the rainforest, she looked like a cute, wild kitten.

When she saw the colorful plants around her after she had climbed up a tree, she could not resist reaching out her painted hand to poke at each of them. A charming smile graced her lips.

She was actually smiling!

His eyes widened in shock.

She was really beautiful when she smiled.

Her features had the mysterious allure of the East and the deep exquisiteness of European ancestry.

When she was not smiling, she had the haughtiness and coldness of a mighty queen.

The moment she smiled, though, she had bits of the graceful gentleness particular to oriental women; it was enticingly charming.

The sun rose slowly from the horizon. The forest was dark and damp under the morning light, though. The air of poisonous bugs and wild beasts spread across the forest from time to time.

A poison dart frog perched not far away from the girl, who was focused on climbing the tree trunk with her stomach occasionally grumbling strangely.