My Heart Is Like Yours

Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli instinctively looked up.

A snowmobile, riderless and out of control like a wild beast, was hurtling toward them at a terrifying speed—straight at Mo Qingli!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Mo Qingli’s pupils contracted sharply; she had no time to react.

The shadow of death loomed over her.

"Look out!" A furious roar erupted.

Lu Chenyuan’s body moved faster than his mind.

Acting purely on instinct, he threw himself at Mo Qingli with all his strength, shoving her violently aside.

"Thud!"

Mo Qingli tumbled into the snow, unharmed.

But Lu Chenyuan took the full impact of the out-of-control snowmobile.

The force of the collision sent him flying over the platform’s railing, plummeting down the steep cliffside!

"Lu Chenyuan!"

Mo Qingli’s scream tore through the air.

She scrambled to her feet and rushed to the railing, watching in horror as Lu Chenyuan’s body tumbled down the icy slope, disappearing into the vast white expanse below.

Alive or dead—unknown.

Time seemed to freeze.

Mo Qingli’s mind went blank.

Seconds later, an overwhelming wave of fear, cold and suffocating, crashed over her.

Her heart felt as if an invisible hand had clenched it tight.

The pain stole her breath.

How could this happen?

Just moments ago, the man who had been laughing beside her, clumsily learning to ski with her.

The man who had quietly taken care of everything for her.

The man who, in the face of danger, had pushed her aside without hesitation—choosing death for himself.

He…

No!

Mo Qingli shook her head violently.

She couldn’t panic.

Absolutely not.

From birth, she had been molded by elite education.

Calmness was ingrained in her bones.

She forced herself to take deep breaths, willing herself to stay composed.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone, but she dialed the ski resort’s rescue team with precision.

"Accident at Platform B7 on the main slope! Someone’s fallen off the cliff! Send a helicopter and the best rescue team immediately! Now!"

Her voice carried the weight of an unshakable command.

After hanging up, she immediately called Lin Yuan.

"Lu Chenyuan’s been hit by a snowmobile and fell off the cliff. Lock down the resort and detain the snowmobile’s owner. Find out if this was an accident—or murder."

With her orders given, Mo Qingli turned her gaze back to the cliff where Lu Chenyuan had disappeared.

No.

She couldn’t just wait here.

She glanced at the steep, untamed slope below—a wilderness of jagged rocks and hidden crevasses.

Going down there was a death wish.

But Mo Qingli didn’t hesitate.

She quickly adjusted her ski bindings to their tightest setting.

Then, taking a deep breath, she leaped.

Down the cliff she went.

She would find him.

Alive or dead.

If he was gone…

She would turn the entire country of Y upside down.

Everyone involved would pay with their lives.

As she plummeted, one thought burned clear in her mind:

She had fallen in love with this man.

So deeply that she would risk everything for him.

……

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

Lu Chenyuan felt as if he’d been thrown into an ice cellar, every inch of his body screaming in pain.

He forced his eyes open to a blinding white expanse.

He lay in a snowdrift.

During his fall, he’d been lucky—a fallen pine tree had broken his descent, absorbing most of the impact.

Otherwise, he’d be dead.

He tried to move, but a searing pain shot through his left leg.

Looking down, he saw his calf twisted at an unnatural angle.

Broken.

Worse, he could feel something sticky.

Bleeding? His thick ski suit kept the blood from seeping out, but the injury was severe.

Lu Chenyuan knew he had to act fast.

In subzero temperatures, blood loss and hypothermia would kill him quickly.

The only silver lining? Aside from his leg, the rest of his body seemed intact.

Gritting his teeth, he tore off his scarf and tied it tightly around his thigh as a makeshift tourniquet.

Surveying his surroundings, he found himself in a steep ravine.

His phone, damaged in the crash, wouldn’t turn on.

Shouting aimlessly would only waste energy.

He had to conserve his strength.

Looking up, he could just make out the outline of the platform’s railing far above.

Mo Qingli was safe.

That was enough.

He trusted she’d send help.

His job now was to survive.

To hold on until rescue came.

Using his hands, he dug into the snow, carving out a crude shelter to block the wind.

Back when he’d worked in rural poverty alleviation, an old hunter had taught him survival skills. Who knew they’d save his life today?

As his consciousness began to fade, a sound cut through the silence—the sharp scrape of skis against snow.

Growing louder.

Lu Chenyuan lifted his head weakly.

A figure in blue descended the slope with expert precision, cutting through the blinding white like a beacon in the dark.

Mo Qingli.

She’d come for him herself.

This reckless woman!

His heart swelled with equal parts gratitude and fury.

In moments, she reached him.

At the sight of his leg, her face paled.

But she didn’t cry. Didn’t panic.

Instead, she knelt in the snow, her trembling hand gently cupping his face.

"You’re alive," she whispered, her voice raw with relief.

"Hard to kill," he managed a weak smile. "But you—what were you thinking? Trying to get yourself killed?"

Mo Qingli met his gaze and suddenly grinned. "I’m Mo Qingli. A slope like this? Not nearly enough to take me down."

The lie stung him more than his injuries.

After a pause, he thought silently, You fool.

Soon, both regained their composure.

"Don’t worry. Help’s on the way," Mo Qingli assured him.

She sat beside Lu Chenyuan, careful not to jostle his injuries, and used her phone’s satellite function to send Lin Yuan their coordinates.

Before long, the roar of an engine echoed from above.

A red-and-white rescue helicopter appeared above the valley.

Help had finally arrived.