Nonetheless, with a determined and focused look on his face, his one hand clung on to a safety handle within the capsule and the other held Youyou's arm firmly.
Yichen was holding on to his dear life on both ends. Unknowingly, he had been fiercely biting his lower lip from the effort, and this caused a streak of blood to seep through one corner of his mouth.
Youyou tried to grab the cabin door with his other hand, but the distance was well out of his reach, so he could only give up in the end.
Time ticked by.
Yichen's physical strength was running on empty.
He struggled to keep his eyes open, and even when beads of sweat dripped and stung them, he dared not to blink.
Looking at his brother, he slowly opened his mouth. "Youyou, I'm afraid I can't hold on for much longer."
He knew the limit of his strength.
Ten minutes was the utmost he could hang on to him.
