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    Within two minutes, she started hearing faint noises. At first, she thought she was mistaken, but the sound intensified.


    Looking up, a raindrop hit her squarely on the forehead, quickly followed by more hitting her face. Within five minutes, the light drizzle had escted into a heavy downpour. The rain, apanied by howling wind, pelted her relentlessly. Streams of rainwater trickled down, soaking her body and head.


    Surrounded by trees, her only shelter was under their branches. She sought out the spot with the densest foliage. Yet, she ended up soaked through, like a drowned rat.


    As the temperature dropped further, Rachel, thoroughly drenched, began to shiver uncontrobly. She took out her phone to call for help, but there was no signal. There seemed to be no way out. The mountain felt utterly deserted.


    She worried that if she froze to death here, her fate would remain unknown. Yet, she was not ready to give up on life. Gathering her strength, she stood, using a stick for support as she made her way down the slippery path.


    Suddenly, her foot slipped on a wet stone, throwing off her bnce. In an instant, she was rolling down the slope. She continued tumbling for several meters until her head struck a rock with force. Blood poured out, and she fell unconscious.


    Since beginning his ascent, Brian had been shouting repeatedly, “Rachel… Rachel… If you hear me, answer!” His calls were loud and clear, yet they went unheard by Rachel.


    Eventually, he noticed signs of disturbance on the ground. He carefully followed the signs, leading him to Rachel. Upon finding her unconscious next to a rock, he quickly ran to her side.


    “Rachel, wake up!” he eximed, gently tapping her face, but she remained unresponsive.


    Realizing the urgency, he lifted her onto his back and started heading back down the mountain.


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    Rachel slowly opened her eyes, unsure of how much time had passed. Her vision was blurry, and the forest seemed to sway around her. She then realized she was being carried on someone’s back. Touching her throbbing head, she murmured, “Who are you?”


    “It’s me, Brian,” he responded.


    In the quiet of the night, his familiar voice felt like a beacon, filling her heart with light.


    “Brian?” Rachel’s voice trembled, her disbelief evident. She had feared that no one woulde for her. She even contemted the possibility of dying alone there. Yet, she had never imagined that he would be the one to save her.


    “How did you find me?” Ovee with emotion, she clung to him, her tears quietly falling onto his neck. The warmth of her tears seeped down his back.


    “Why did youe?” Rachel asked again, her voice low, when he didn’t respond.


    “Did that fall scramble your brains? You’re my fiancée. If you were missing, of course, I would find you. Just hold on to me and don’t say anything.”


    Rachel tightened her embrace.


    “If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep.”


    “Okay,” she murmured, worn out and with her head pounding. Soon, she fell asleep on his back.


    She was awakened by voices nearby, realizing the police had arrived. Once they descended the mountain, the police suggested she go to the hospital, but she refused.


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