She raised her arm, trying to reach him even though she thought it was a fruitless attempt. It was too late. She was going to fall. Just as she was about to stumble down, Zhiyuan caught her hand as he crashed on his knees. "Xinyi! Don't leave my hand!"
She dazedly looked at him and faintly smiled. She knew it was fruitless. At the end of the passage, there was no steady hold to the ground. The mud was slippery and it formed a swamp around that was pulling his feet underneath. It could be dangerous if he got stuck. Plus, at the edge, there was no support to hold onto.
"Zhiyuan…"
For a moment, she felt as if she was in a dream. But the heat of his palm on her cold hand made this all real for her. Suddenly, she snapped out of her dizziness. She fought her blurry gaze to look. Her eyes widened as she saw Zhiyuan struggling to hold onto her. Without any support, he would be pulled inside with her as well.
