Chapter 202


    His own phone had be unusable, having fallen into a nearby ditch during their descent.


    Millie fumbled in her pocket, finding her phone intact. However, when she tumed it on, she discovered there was no signal.


    “| don’t have a signal.”


    Marcus said nothing, instead ncing up at the valley. The dense forest and perilous environment posed further dangers. He


    took a step forward.


    “Follow me,” he said.


    “Alright.”


    An hourter, they reached a valley.; Breathless at this point, Millie sat on a stone, her brows furrowed.


    “Can''t we find a way out?”


    They encountered several paths that seemed to lead upward, only to discover that they all led to cliffs, making it impossible to


    ascend.


    Nightfall was starting to creep in, enveloping the surroundings in darkness. Beasts’ howls echoed intermittently, and the road


    ahead became almost indiscemible.


    Marcus nced at Millie, who sat on the stone, gasping for breath and warily surveying their surroundings. He sensed her


    exhaustion and anxiety.


    He surveyed the area and spotted a small hut ahead.


    “Look ahead! There’s a hut. For now, we should rest there.”


    Upon reaching the dpidated hut, Millie pushed open the door. It emitted a creak, apanied by a musty odor. Inside, there


    was a cab, a bed, and a pile of dried grass atop the bed.


    Millie pondered who had constructed this small refuge. Fortunately, it provided respite from the wind and rain for the night.


    “Clean up this ce and check the cab for anything useful. I''ll gather firewood and start a fire. We''ll spend the night here,”


    Marcus instructed.


    Millie nodded in response. As Marcus departed, she opened the cab and discovered an old quilt. She felt a sense of surprise.


    The night would be chilly, and the quilt would prove valuable.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    After she was finished dusting off the bed, Marcus returned with a stack of dry wood, proceeding to kindle a fire at the center of


    the hut.


    Asound caught Millie’s attention. She peered closer, noticing that Marcus held two flint stones in his hands, expertly utilizing


    them to create sparks and eventually ignite a me.


    She then found herself puzzled. She had never expected Marcus to possess such practical skills.


    “wait... you know how to make a fire?”


    Considering his background, it seemed unlikely that he had spent time in the kitchen, Observing his squatting posture, Millie’s


    thoughts wandered.