My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

They were now facing a tough situation and had to race against the clock to get out of the snowfield.
They should not sleep any longer.
Florence’s urge to sleep vanished in an instant and she opened her eyes at once, about to sit up from the quilt.
As she just moved, Ernest held her down.
"Wait, it's cold outside. Get dressed under the covers."
With that, Ernest sat up from the side. He took out Florence's clothes from behind, and shoved them into her arms.
The moment Ernest left, the cold wind instantly blew in from the outside, and Florence could feel the piercing cold.
But in a flash, her arms were stuffed with clothes, which were still warm.
Florence was a little surprised and she looked at Ernest. Had he covered her clothes with the quilt when she was still asleep just
now?
This was what she used to do when it was too cold in the winter. She would take the clothes she was going to wear to bed and
cover them with quilt in advance.
Yet she did not expect that Ernest who was so superior and thought he was beyond all humans would do such thing for her.
Florence was touched and gratitude bubbled up inside her.
Seeing Florence's dazed and admirable eyes, Ernest's eyes went slightly deep. Her expression worked especially well on him.
He let out a pleasant smile and said in a doting way, "Put on your clothes first, I'll heat the meal up."
He then sat up from the quilt and put on his clothes slowly.
Florence looked at him while being startled. She had a continuous surge of complex feeling.
At this moment, Ernest looked like he had gradually become an ordinary human. These things might not have happened to him
throughout his whole life.
Yet he who was behaving in this kind of way made her feel how a real life should be on the other hand.

It turned out they could still be a loving, ordinary couple.
Ernest was about to heat up the food they brought, but his action froze when he sensed her extremely enthusiastic eyes.
His eyes turned gloomy and he stared back at her aggressively.
"Are you inviting me to do something to you when you’re looking at me like that?"
A woman's gaze at a man had always been the greatest invitation in the eyes of a man.
Florence blushed and she hurriedly looked away.
She muttered and scolded, "What a rascal."
Ernest looked straight at her and a light smile broke upon his lips.
"I’m a rascal only to you."
His flirtatious words echoed in the tent and seemed to have raised the temperature of the surrounding air.
Florence's heart raced. She was annoyed and she wanted to accuse him for being shameless, but she could not help but let out
a smile.
Her cheeks flushed and she quickly buried herself in the quilt, beginning to put on her clothes.
Ernest looked at her coquettish reaction and his heart seemed to be filled with something.
Yet there was a deep worry under his eyes.
If he could live like this all his life, even if it was just a simple and ordinary life, he would enjoy it. But he was concerned of his
illness.
Looking through the small transparent window at the vast snow outside, the uncertainty of looking for a medicine became
greater.
Is three years really enough?
The dry food was specially prepared, convenient and easy to pack. It did not occupy huge space and can be heated.

Although the taste was worse than that of fresh food, it was already a rare delicacy to eat when they were in the wild.
The food also had balanced nutrition and was good at supplying energy.
After having breakfast, Florence felt very satisfied when her stomach became full and she felt her body warm.
Although she was in such an environment, the man next to her had given her the most intimate care and warmth.
All of a sudden, she was no longer afraid of the boundless snow.
After a night's time, Ernest's hand was still hanging around his neck, but he seemed to look much better, and he was more agile
in his work.
The two of them worked together to pack things up, and after a while, they put all the tents away.
They set off again.
Ernest and Florence embraced each other and walked slowly in the thick snow.
A few days time felt sluggish as they suffered yet it had quickly slipped away through their fingers.
Ernest had almost recovered and he did not need to hang his arm again.
But Florence's health and condition were getting worse day by day.
Every day in the vast white snow, they had walked countless distances. She no longer felt happy and awe-struck as she looked
at the snow, only dazzled. Her eyes seemed to get blind and blurred with the white snow.
It took only a few days to turn fondness into disgust.
Florence thought that if she could, she would never want to see snow again in her life. She must find a warm, spring-like place to
spend the rest of her life.
However, the reality was she was still enshrouded by coldness that drilled into her bone.
She was also invaded by endless tiredness that would make her suffer from a mental breakdown.
She was exhausted.

Every day, she would walk countless distances and endure the bitter cold. Her strength drained away little by little. Every step of
the way seemed to be an ordeal.
Most of all, she felt that she had been walking for centuries, but the road ahead was still covered with endless snow.
It was as if it was impossible to get out of there until the day they die.
"Florence, are you okay?"
Ernest who was holding Florence and walking slowly with her suddenly stopped and looked at her with solemn eyes.
Her high-neck collar had covered more than half of her nose. The thick hat on her head had also covered her eyebrows.
Almost only a pair of her eyes was exposed outside.
Yet her pair of usually smart eyes now looked very tired and haggard. She was even trying to open her eyes to avoid falling
asleep.
She was tired to the extreme and she wanted to sleep even though she was not sleepy.
Florence looked like she only understood his words after a few seconds. She blinked, looked at him, and slowly nodded.
"Yes, I'm good."
Her voice was a little hoarse, but she pretended to be firm.
Ernest could not stop feeling his heart ached.
How could he possibly unable to tell that Florence's situation was bad now, and she was still trying to endure it?
He pursed his lips and squatted down in front of her.
"I'll carry you."
Florence was startled, and she rejected due to reflex.
She said, "I can walk on my own. You don’t have to carry me."

If she was tired, he must be tired too. It was hard to walk in the snow. If Ernest carried her on his back, it would greatly burden
him.
Ernest did not move, and his low voice was imperative that did not allow any refusal.
"Don't try to act strong, come up."
Looking at his broad back, Florence still shook her head vigorously.
She went around him and reached for his arm. "Ernest, I really can continue walking. Hurry up and get up and let's walk
together."
Ernest frowned and he looked at the girl in front of him who was caring genuinely for him with a mixed expression.
She was worried that he would get tired, but how would he not feel the same for her?