Yuri Sinclair gave a faint smile, moving from behind to stand in front of her before taking her hand.
"We're running for our lives whether we're crying or smiling, so why not smile?"
"You're certainly calm," Ashley Bowen said, following behind him. Her vision was limited to the light from the phone. All around them were large wine vats. 'Old Man Goodman must really love to drink, to have stored so much for himself!'
The cellar was rather cold. Ashley Bowen didn't feel it at first, but the deeper they went, the colder it became.
There were even large blocks of unmelted ice around the vats.
She, on the other hand, was only wearing a thin summer dress. Before long, she was hugging herself and shivering.
"What's wrong? Cold? We should be there in a few more minutes." Yuri Sinclair wrapped his arm around her, using his body to warm her.
He was only wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt himself, which offered practically no warmth.
