On the high platform, Chi zuxu and Chi Yi were standing face to face with a rope tightly bound them together.
Below them was the boundless sea, and they were standing 300 meters above the sea.
Three hundred meters was simply a painful purgatory for the man who had a severe fear of heights.
He could even clearly feel that all his strength was slowly disappearing from his body. He was exhausted.
"Little uncle, why do you look so pale?"
Chi Yi finally noticed his unusual behavior.
His face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his breathing was extremely unstable.
In the next moment, Chi zuxu's entire body went limp and weak on top of Chi Yi's body.
He wrapped his muscular arms tightly around her and buried his face in her shoulder. "Don't I look useless now?"
"Little uncle, what's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
