You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Gradually, they could not find any traces.

They searched for a long time, going deeper and deeper into the mountains and forests, and gradually losing their way.

When they got so tired, they sat on the ground, ate some food, drank some water, and rest for a while.

"Blindly looking down won't work, we've been searching for a few hours. Not a clue, we will be much more efficient if we all split up." Luther tilted his head to drink a bottle of mineral water, he proposed.

"But, how can your safety be guaranteed if we look for them separately, President?" Christ hesitated. Luther's safety was also their first priority.

"Don't worry about me, I have my gun with me. We'll go looking in three directions, and once anyone has found something, feel free to contact them by satellite phone. The rest of us will catch up. That's an order!" Luther instructed in a gruff voice.

"Yes, President," Tim and Christ responded.

Luther insisted on going it alone and they had to comply.

After a few moments of rest, the three men moved separately, removing a road that was clearly up the mountain, the remaining three directions, the three men split up to find.

this labyrinth of the sea of woods, how she would choose? She wanted to go

shouldn't be going blindly all

a water source? Thinking of this,

the direction

direction in

found the creek marked on the map. It was a mountain stream, trickling and

and didn't see Joyce and was inevitably

time, the setting sun, hanging in the sky, painted half of the sky blood

to look at his watch. It was getting late, and once it was dark, the search

was running

way down, aimlessly, and his heart was sanking with the sunk

had become

where the

and he suddenly felt an unusual golden light swaying in

and searched

on the edge of the stream, on