The two of them spent the night on the tree. Muir chose a thick tree branch and let Irina sit on top of it while leaning against the tree trunk.

As for him, he stood by her side like a statue.

The wind at a high altitude was much stronger and colder; it was as though the chilliness went straight to one’s bones.

Hugging her arms to her chest, Irina could feel goosebumps rising all over her bare skin. Even though she had slept for a long time in the day, she couldn’t help feeling so tired that she kept yawning.

Feeling a weight on his body, a warmth spread...