What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 443

A drop of cold dew landed on Josephine's face.

Her eyelashes trembled. She forced herself to open her eyes despite the splitting headache.

She saw the shadows of the trees sway and droplets of dew dripping down as if it was raining.

Josephine looked to the right.

Seeing an enlarged face, she was startled. She pushed the person away.

Josephine propped herself up from the ground. Clutching her chest, she gasped for air.

After a few minutes, she turned back to look at Lewis.

He was lying on the ground, his clothes torn by branches. His hair was in a mess, and scratches marked his face.

His eyes were shut. Josephine didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

She recalled rolling down the cliff with him last night. Lewis pulled her into his embrace and protected the back of her head with his hand.

Josephine grabbed his hand and examined it. The back of his hand was mangled and covered in blood. He must have hit himself many times.

She then checked Lewis' body and felt a sticky sensation on the back of his head.

Josephine looked at her hand and found her palm covered in fresh blood.

Turning pale, she raised her hand to shake Lewis' shoulder. She opened her mouth to speak, but her breath hitched, making it difficult for her to utter a word.

After struggling for a while, she managed to get a few words out.

"L-Lewis, wake u-up!"

Lewis remained motionless. Josephine surveyed her surroundings. It was all wood. Sunlight came through the leaf cracks and made soft patterns on the ground in the forest.

A profound stillness hung in the air.

She grabbed her pajamas and tried to tear them with her teeth. However, they were of high quality, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't tear them apart.

Josephine shifted her attention to Lewis' coat.

She extended her hand, gripped the torn button on his coat, and pulled hard.

A rip echoed as she tore the coat off him. Clutching the uneven strips of fabric in her hand, she cradled his head and wrapped the torn pieces around the back.

Then, she tore another piece and bandaged his injured hand.

After completing all this, Josephine was left exhausted. Panting heavily, she collapsed to the ground.

She took a break and reached out to feel his body. Eventually, she found his phone nestled in his embrace.

Grabbing his hand, she unlocked the phone. When she checked the battery, it was at one percent, and there was no signal.

Josephine slumped beside the unconscious man and gazed at him with mixed emotions.

She waited for half an hour, but there were no signs of him waking up. She then picked up some leaves from the ground. Next, she collected some dew from the tree branches before feeding it to him.

Finally, she held his arms. Mustering all her strength to lift him, she propped him against a tree trunk.

Josephine used her sleeve to dab some dew on his face to clean away the grime.

Lewis' handsome features were revealed as she wiped away the dirt. However, his face still bore numerous scratches she couldn't completely address.

Sitting by his side, Josephine gazed at the sun in the sky through the gaps in the branches.

Memories played like a movie reel in her mind. She saw under the dappled shade of a tree, and sunlight landed on her eyes, causing her eyelashes to flutter.

Chirps and tweets echoed in the forest as if the birds were singing.

Josephine turned her head to look at the unconscious man beside her. Countless complex emotions surged in her eyes.

Flecks of sunlight landed on his face, and his fingers twitched.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes.

Suddenly remembering something, Lewis immediately tried to stand up. Yet a sharp pain shot through his head, making him sit back down.

Raising his hand, he saw the bandaged hand. He then touched his forehead, which was also wrapped up.

Lewis turned his head.

Their eyes met, and a quiet atmosphere hung between them.

Lewis' gaze flickered when he saw the inexplicable emotions in Josephine's eyes. "Are you okay?"

Josephine kept staring at him.

She felt an unfamiliar yet familiar feeling.

It was an unfamiliar yet familiar gaze.

Lewis' mouth twitched. "You ..."