Shangcheng is surrounded by mountains and the sea, with numerous forests and mountainous nature reserves.

There are many possible reasons for speculating that it is a small forest protection warehouse. First of all, the warehouse for storing wood definitely cannot be a port warehouse, as the tides and humidity in the air would cause dry wood to mold. Wood for construction sites is usually stacked on open ground. Other private enterprise warehouses are definitely larger than this one.

The only suitable place happens to be the warehouse where timber is temporarily stored within the nature reserve.

Su Ruobai was unfamiliar with Shangcheng and couldn't even distinguish the directions of east, west, south, and north. Even if this place were truly a forest warehouse, he wouldn't know how to escape from here.

Time passed by minute by minute, second by second, with no one coming and no news at all.

Su Ruobai didn't know how long had passed when she felt herself on the verge of passing out from hunger. Then, she heard the sound of the warehouse door being opened again.

Su Ruobai reluctantly forced herself to look over.

A tall figure appeared at the entrance of the warehouse. Su Ruobai looked at the silhouette that didn't quite match that of a well-built man like Jiang Wei.

It wasn't Jiang Wei, but he was starting to feel a bit scared.

Unconsciously, he leaned back a little, and Su Ruobai asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as he hadn't had a drop of water all night, his throat so dry it felt like coughing.

The faint sound of footsteps grew clearer as a man, silhouetted by the backlight, approached him. As he squatted down, he reached out his hand and gently stroked Su Ruobai's somewhat weary cheek.

"Poor little one."

The low murmured words reached Su Ruobai's ears, causing a complex radiance to instantly burst from his originally hazy eyes.

- Wen's Later Years.

It was his voice.

Su Ruobai stared wide-eyed at the neatly dressed man with an unchanged demeanor and asked in disbelief, "How did you find your way here? Did you come alone?"

"Shh..." Wen Wannian held a finger to his cracked lips. "Don't speak, I'll take you away."

After finishing speaking, he disregarded Su Ruobai's puzzled expression and scooped him up in his arms.

Su Ruobai exclaimed in surprise, seemingly caught off guard by the other party's action. In his panic, he hurriedly wrapped his arms around the man's neck to maintain balance.

The two of them suddenly got close, feeling each other's temperature and breath very clearly.

This was the first time Su Ruobai had been so close to an adult man. His pale face showed no emotions, but his gaze kept darting around.

The man glanced down at the person in his arms and let out a soft laugh.

"There's no need to be afraid. We are safe," a soothing voice reassured, carrying a hint of comfort.

Su Ruobai, who was originally trembling, inexplicably calmed down upon hearing this sentence.

Leaning against the man's embrace, Su Ruobai could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, which made her feel utterly at ease.

I was comforted by a man whom I thought would never entrust his lifetime to someone, and...

He is so well-behaved that it's unbelievable.

Su Ruobai despised himself from the bottom of his heart.

Being carried out of the warehouse by the man, Su Ruobai glanced around and realized that this place was not a forest warehouse at all, but rather a small house. It seemed to be located in the outskirts, with few other houses around, but there were a few fenced farmlands nearby.

A car, a black Volvo, was parked on the dirt road. The man carried him over and opened the back door, placing him inside before getting in himself.

Su Ruobai sat up straight and only then noticed that there was a person sitting in the driver's seat. It was a young man in his twenties, who met his gaze through the rearview mirror and flashed a brilliant smile.

"He is called Cheng Ke, he's my friend," Wen Wannian explained aloud.

Su Ruobai nodded in response but didn't say anything further.

Staring at the back of the chair in front, he once again caught sight of that white frame in his line of vision.

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