Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite

In fact, Pello was wrong; Su Ziceng’s life had always been in her own hands.

Human reactions can’t outpace bullets; any normal person knows this.

But neither Pello nor Su Ziceng chose to give up.

Pello’s first reaction was to desperately evade; as the gunshot rang out, before Pello even had a chance to respond, his vision darkened.

Su Ziceng forcefully climbed onto Pello’s shoulders, her first thought being that Yu Hua’s God Stick was, after all, not accurate—she was only twenty-one and about to die. Then she thought if Su Qingzhang really did kill Ye Taina, then taking this bullet for Pello might clear everything, allowing her to love this man without any worries from now on. This thought somewhat uplifted her spirits.

It turns out she could be fearless in the face of death and still love this man. But toward Hang Yishao, she would rather choose suicide than to love him again. The same death, yet a completely different heart.

It turns out that decisions can only be made at the moment of life and death.

In Pello’s eyes, he saw only the determined gaze of Su Ziceng, a gaze willing to meet death, which made him cry out in alarm.

In the face of death, Su Ziceng’s reaction was much faster than Pello’s—it was an instinct that had taken root in her body. Someone who has faced death once is no longer afraid of it when it comes again.

Orleans saw this scene too—the woman who was initially huddled in the man’s embrace suddenly blocked him recklessly with her own life.

"Die, all of you die," Olson yelled, with snowflakes seeming to freeze in midair. In Red Love, countless red ribbons surged out, whipping open the trajectory of the bullets in the air.

Olson watched in amazement as the bullet magically deviated from its path, grazing the two of them. His eyes widened in disbelief; then, he prepared to pull the trigger of his pistol in a frenzy once more.

Pello had already come to his senses, after Olsen’s astonishment and the inexplicable fear that stormed his own heart, he quickly got down and pulled Su Ziceng back to him. The two rolled on the ground, moving out of range of Olson’s bullets.

The danger was not over yet; Olson was furiously desperate. His pistol gouged several pits in the snow.

The gunfire echoed continuously in the open snowy field, amplifying non-stop.

The "rumble," not sounding like gunfire, Su Ziceng swallowed a few mouthfuls of snow as they rolled; her mouth cold, but her body was embraced by Pello again, both cold and warm.

"Damn it," both Pello and Olson realized.

The "rumbling" sound grew louder and louder, the whole ground and the slope shaking.

"Avalanche," Olson knew it must have been the series of gunshots that triggered the avalanche. A few days earlier he had mentioned to Wen Maixue that the weather in the Alpine Mountains was a bit warm this year, and even with snowfall, avalanches could easily be triggered due to the loose snow at the base.

"Forget it, even if I let you go, you wouldn’t survive," Olson threw away his gun and ran towards Cedar Forest. The shielding of the trees would greatly reduce the might of the avalanche.

"Quick," Pello got down and rolled, aware of the severity of the avalanche, knowing they had to do like Olson and quickly find shelter in Cedar Forest.

Su Ziceng also heard the noise behind her, she wanted to look back, but... "Pello, I can’t see with my eyes."

The person beneath her spoke in panic, aimlessly feeling around Pello’s face with her hands.

"Ziceng," Pello turned and glanced at the oncoming snow, then at the cedar forest some distance away.

"Back by the lake, I felt something wrong with my eyes, like they were sore. What’s happening," Su Ziceng could only feel that she was being supported by Pello, but she couldn’t see anything beneath her feet anymore.

"It’s nothing, Ziceng, it might be snow blindness," Pello comforted her, but the snow behind them was coming like a tide. They had to hurry.

"I’ll hold you back, you go first," Su Ziceng shook off Pello’s hand.

"Give me your hand," Pello whispered into Su Ziceng’s ear. She ignored him, instead feeling around in the snow with her hands.

"Don’t be stubborn, give me your hand," as the rumbling grew louder, Pello squatted down, trying to lift Su Ziceng onto his back.

"I’m not being stubborn, Pello, just run," Su Ziceng rejected his help again. She might be blind, but she wasn’t deaf; she could feel the earth-shaking, mountain-moving sensation. If this went on, they would both perish.

There was no more movement beside her; Pello had walked away. Su Ziceng’s shoulders sagged; he had left her behind after all.

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The noise of the snow was getting closer; Su Ziceng could feel the pressure of the snow beside her, the strange sensation of deformation under her feet.

Extra hands appeared on her waist, Su Ziceng felt a wave of warmth brushing across her cheeks, her body rolling once again in the snowfield. This time she didn’t eat any snow because her face was well protected by Pello the entire time, the two of them rolling across the plain like felled cedar logs.

Running on foot was too slow, but rolling down the unhindered snowy ground, following the avalanche’s path, was a good idea – the avalanche was racing against them.

It was only when their bodies crashed into a solid mountain that they finally stopped rolling. "This is a mountain recess. Even if the snow blocks all paths, when the avalanche stops, the exit can easily be found."

Pello’s voice was still in her ear, but Su Ziceng felt it getting farther and farther away. Not only were her eyes in pain, but now her whole body was beginning to hurt.

She opened her mouth and could only ask one question: "Are we going to die, Pello?"

"No, we won’t," Pello immediately responded. His situation wasn’t much better than Su Ziceng’s; during the earlier tumbling, he had taken most of the impact, and now his clothes were also torn. If the avalanche didn’t stop soon and rescue teams didn’t hurry over, even if they survived this avalanche, they would die from hunger or cold.

Su Ziceng’s fingers touched his face, and she felt a hot and metallic liquid – he was injured, "Pello, whether we’re going to die or not, I have something to tell you."

Pello was not in the mood to think about these things right now. The blood on his face would dry up soon, and the wounds would crack open. He soothed her, "We’re not going to die."

"Listen to me," a warmth landed on Pello’s face, wet, hot, soft. Su Ziceng hugged his face, licking the blood off his cheek with her tongue.

She leaned in close to Pello’s ear, speaking with a voice both could hear, as if leaving her last words, she said, "I’m sorry, I love you."

After saying that, she let go and passed out with peace of mind. Once unconscious, she wouldn’t have to worry about the pain in her body, about her blind eyes, or about Pello’s response.

Afterwards, she felt some regret; it seemed like she heard Pello reply with a few words, if only she could have heard them clearly... (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)