When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 643

Nora turned to me and queried, “Scarlett, if we indeed get to go home this time around, what would you want to do most of all?”

What did I want? That question lingered in my mind as I continued trudging forward, deep in thought.

There wasn’t any food I was especially craving. After a moment’s pause, I concluded, “I want to see the person I miss most, give him a hug, and apologize to him face-to-face.”

Nora seemed taken by surprise. Then she curiously pressed, “Is it somebody you’re in love with?”

I gave her a faint smile but declined to reply.

Night had fallen when we finally reached saw signs of human life. The village we’d arrived at was located in quite a rural area of the mountains, and perhaps due to its inaccessibility, there didn’t seem to be many inhabitants around.

From the number of lamps we’d counted shining in the dark, there were probably thirty to forty households scattered throughout the village.

“Let’s find a place to hunker down for the night,” Nora suggested, already making her way towards the door of the nearest cottage.

“Woof! Woof!” A dog suddenly rushed out into the yard and began sounding the alert at our sudden intrusion.

We clung to each other, terrified. Fortunately, the dog was leashed to a rope. It strained against its tether, barking continuously.

The owner of the cottage had evidently heard the ruckus. Out stepped a middle-aged man with tan, weathered skin.

but none of us understood what he was trying to say. After a while, Tabitha gasped. “We might have

made, crossing peak after peak, hadn’t brought us any closer to home. We’d even gone so far that

owner of the cottage seemed to further mistake

years of age, ran out of the cottage just then. She tugged

conferred with the man for a while. He then grew noticeably calmer and

made a few hesitant motions with her hands

tell if he understood. He did, however, let us into his

a dismal sight and stripped down within. Its clay walls were caked with soot, doubtless from the fire that was burning

farming villages would have used decades ago. The lamp burned dimly at a bare fifty watts, probably to

the cottage was, in fact, a tent stitched together out of gunny sacks. There was dust everywhere. It

dirt that covered the

man took out two bowls from

to gesture

The food was steeped in chili. Nora recoiled ever so slightly, asking, “What

rather adventurously. She had more of an appetite than the rest of us for

rather gratefully. The flavor of

few days since we’d really tasted anything. The pickled

a corner. They gazed

them. Along with her hand signals, she deliberately spoke a few basic words, emphasizing each syllable

came to understand that we were here to borrow a device to contact

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