On the other side of the forest, Xinyi failed to wake up despite numerous attempts by Zhiyuan. He bent and checked her breathing. It was faint but slowing down. He had already stopped the bleeding from her wound on her temple.
Zhiyuan concluded that she was unconscious because of the bruise because he had already coughed out all the water from her lungs. The more time passed, the more anxious he got.
"Xinyi…" he rubbed her palm. A tear slid down from his eyes to her cheek. The roaring sound of the waterfall was drowning away his cry. There was no means of contact. His phone was already damaged and lost in the lake. It was getting dark too.
I have to find the way back to the camp at any cost!
He picked her in his arms and was about to head out when he heard some shuffling of the leaves and twigs. He narrowed his eyes. "Who is there?"
