What Separates Me and You

Chapter 147 Let Me Hear Your Voice

Josephine gasped as she was dragged out of the water, coughing up water with every exhale.

The world spun even as she lay on the ground. She forced herself to open her vision was pitch-black.

eyes, but her

Someone was pounding her chest, salt water trickling uncontrollably from her mouth.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before the pressure in her chest built up rushed up her throat.

and

She coughed, expelling a large mouthful of water. Cold air rushed into her nose and her mouth at once. She could finally breathe smoothly again.

“Josephine, are you insane?

“Who said you could jump? Who gave you permission to fucking jump?!

“If you wanted to die so badly, why didn’t you tell me directly? I would have shot you earlier!”

Above her, a man’s voice erupted in a thunderous roar, brimming with a rage she had never witnessed before.

Josephine tried to make out the man’s features in her daze, but all she could see was darkness.

Above her, she felt water droplets dripping continuously onto her face and into her mixing with the tears that were streaming down her face.

eyes,

She raised her hand and let her senses guide her as she touched his cheek.

“Lew-Lew-”

She forced a syllable out of her throat. She had never spoken before and couldn’t voice the rest of the syllables. After trying for what seemed like an eternity, she could still only utter that one syllable despite her efforts.

The man was clearly stunned.

“What did you say?”

Josephine opened her mouth. Her breath stuck in her throat, and the sounds she uttered were completely at odds with the unfamiliar motions of her lips and tongue.

“Lou-ie-” She finally squeezed out two simple and awkward syllables after struggling intensely.

the distant wind and the rustle of the

rage emanating from Lewis dissipated along with the

her, his gaze pinned on her face. Even though he couldn’t make out her features in

“You-”

other hand, as if trying to determine if she was still the same person.

exhausted. Her eyelids drooped, and when she could no longer resist it anymore, she let herself get carried away by the currents

side of the cliff, after laying on the ground for a long time and having made sure that there was no movement below, Conrad stood and ordered those behind

nodded and spread out, searching for Lewis and

to the homestead, all he found

barging into the room

should be bedbound from his extensive injuries was nowhere to be found, and the

searched for Seth in a series of rooms within the building but found no sign

room and took a

Seth had escaped!

was not the time to worry about Seth’s whereabouts. He still had

mountain, he had already noticed that the steep gorges nestled between the cliffs were predominantly filled with water, resembling a colossal white snake winding its way around the mountain ranges.

undoubtedly, an excellent

Lewis might not have lost their lives

particularly long. Josephine jolted awake multiple times in between from the cold.

moonless nights like these, merely standing in the valley with nothing but a woolen coat, even without getting drenched, would result in catching a cold within half an hour or less.

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the night. It wasn’t until the latter half of the night that she

her eyes open and saw a

head slowly. Her gaze traveled upward, gliding from his chest to his jaw, taking in the sight of his tightly pursed lips and

fresh twigs with only a few dry ones scattered among them. The fire appeared relatively small, emanating

attempting to make the fire

but the hand

“Don’t move.”

looked down again, she realized that neither of them had their clothes on. There was

makeshift screen on the side. One side of it was being dried by the heat from the fire, and

small, not more than twenty feet in total. The few clothes they

body temperature was, she was still shivering from

flared brighter, its glow illuminating

the

own, as if

long while, Lewis spoke. “You can speak now?”

She attempted to open her mouth, but she didn’t know what else to say. Other than sounding a few syllables, she couldn’t exactly speak otherwise.

his eyes, his stance emitting a low hum of

clenched. She curled into a ball and struggled to voice