My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

“Don’t think these sweet little bribes can make up for the immense truma ve endured these past two days, I swear I’ll never come

back!”

“Same here, I’ve washed my hands eight times, and they still stink

“Haha, the storm is coming, everyone better gets in the van.” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Director” Xanthe suddenly spoke up, “I think I left something back at the haunted house. I need to go back and look for it. You may go ahead, don’t wait for me”

“But you.” The director wanted to ask how she would retum, then seemed to realize something and, smiling, waved his hand, “Alright, we’ve cleared that area. Go ahead.”

“Xan, you’re not coming back with us?”

Nelson walked over his face a picture of dismay as he clung to her. 1 was hoping to play games with you on the plane.”

“Xan, should we add each other on WhatsApp?

“Miss, the storm’s about to hit are you sure you want to go alone?”

“It’s fine, the company’s van will pick me up soon.

Xanthea smiled as she exchanged WhatsApp contacts with them, Isabella was about to speak to her, when she saw Xanthea rushing impatiently towards the haunted house.

Xanthea, I still haven’t

Never mind, I find a proper time and place to apologize when we get back.

As noon approached the sky began to change. Dark clouds rolled in, shrouding the bright sky and signaling the impending storm. Xanthea ran towards the haunted house, fighting against the wind. As she got closer, a smoky, acrid smell unexpectedly hit her nose. What’s going on? Why is it so smoky?

She rounded a grove of trees and saw the haunted house, where they had just been filming–it was on fire!

Massive plumes of smoke, like a monstrous claw, hovered over the haunted house, the fire spreading wildly with the help of the fierce wind, turning the entre artificial cave into a blazing infero. The fiery flames reflected in Xanthea’s wide eyes.

“It’s on fire! It’s on fire

A crew member from the Adventure Blitz: Two Days, One Night show sprinted out, yelling, “Someone, help! Help! Mr. Lockwood is still inside!

What?

Xanthea, hearing Mr. Lockwood’s name, all sounds around her vanished with a loud buzz, and her face turned ghostly pale.

Without a second thought, she dashed into the infemo, the crew members unable to hold her back, “Hey, are you crazy? It’s on fire, you can’t go in there”

“Orion?”

“Onon

“Onon, can you hear me?”

Surrounded by thick smoke, Xanthea searched frantically and called out.

She was like a disoriented butterfly, running so fast she stumbled and fell, then scrambled up and staggered further forward, her pupils shrinking in absolute terror.

“Orion, where are you?”

“Orion, don’t scare me, I’m frightened.”

Just as she was about to step further into the blaze, a strong force suddenly pulled at her arm, pulling her tightly into an embrace.

Xanthea smelled a familiar scent and heard a familiar voice, and as if not believing her ears, she slowly lifted her head until she saw that distinctively handsome face, het previously scattered gaze slowly focusing

“Orion?”

In that instant, joy, excitement, fear, and immense relief burst across her face.

She couldn’t bear to think what would have happened if he had really been trapped in the fire.

BED

And she finally understood the look he gave her that day at Realm of illusions explosion site. It was filled with a pain so deep, it felt like. his heart was being tom apart.