The coach’s voice mixed with the howling mountain wind, she adjusted her balance and dove down, ice crystals reflecting tiny lights in the sunlight, for a moment, there was a hint of a feeling of freedom.
“Ms. Rehbein had amazing insight!”
The coach took off his goggles, “At this rate, we can try the intermediate slope this afternoon.”
Andrea had amazing sports talent and quickly moved on to intermediate slopes with the coach.
As the noise of the ski resort faded away, they turned onto a steeper, narrower trail.
“This road had few tourists, perfect for practicing skills.”
When Andrea slid down the slope for the third time, there were no other skiers around.
The walkie–talkie signal cut off, and my phone ran out of battery.
The sign in the distance was covered in snow, only half of the rusty metal pole was visible.
And the chute was extending towards a steep valley, with almost vertical snow walls on both sides.
“Coach?”
Her cries were instantly swallowed by the blizzard.
The snowboard accelerated uncontrollably, the sound of the ice edge
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cutting through the snow getting faster and faster.
Andrea wanted to brake, but found her legs lost strength in extreme fear.
At the critical moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air from the snow slope above.
A silver–gray figure shot past her like an arrow, the ski pole accurately hooking onto her backpack strap.
The two of them rolled around in the snow for a few rounds before stopping, and Andrea’s ears were buzzing.
Out of the blue, she met a pair of familiar eyes.
“Quinn, help me!”
“Tightened up.”
His voice was mixed with panting, carrying a calming steadiness.
The instinct to survive made her subconsciously grip Quinn’s ski suit tightly.
The silver–gray ski suit carved smooth arcs on the ski slope, he guided her to avoid black ice and protruding rocks.
Finally slid into a relatively flat area, Quinn took out a thermos from the side pocket of his backpack.
“Have some of this.”
The strong aroma of ginger tea dispelled a bit of the chill.
Andrea held her cup, watching the man crouch down to adjust the bindings on her snowboard, the skin on the back of her neck turning
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red from the cold wind.
“This area is advanced level, inexperienced people can easily get stuck.”
He suddenly spoke and lightly touched her slightly trembling knee with his fingertips.
“How did you come here alone, it’s too risky.”
“I…”
In the distance, the sudden roar of a helicopter made Andrea instinctively shrink.
Quinn seemed to sense her unease.
“Don’t worry, it’s the ski patrol.”
He raised his hand, and the helicopter that was hovering above immediately lowered its height, hovering steadily above the heads of the two people.
The cabin door slid open, and a uniformed staff member leaned out respectfully and lowered the gangway.
“Mr. Shillingford!”
Andrea’s fingers tightened suddenly around the thermos cup, and ginger tea rippled at the mouth of the cup.
She looked up at the gold logo of “Snowland Group” on the signboard, then turned to Quinn.
“You…”
Quinn gestured for her to go first, a smile spreading across his face.
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“Snowland Group was owned by the Shillingford family, and this ski resort, including the entire Snowline Mountain Resort, was my project.”
He paused, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her cold hand.
“So Ms. Rehbein, don’t worry, I have the final say here.”
Just one short sentence, but it really puts my mind at ease.
Time flies like sand slipping through fingers, in the blink of an eye, it’s time to go home.
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