Xie Shu washed his face with the pool water, and as he looked down at his wrist, noticed that the cloth she used last night had left no marks.
Chuzheng called him. Xie Shu quickly rolled down his sleeve and stood up to go to her.
Xie Shu asked her where she wanted to go. Chuzheng replied to wander around aimlessly, so he didn't ask any further.
When Chuzheng said to wander around aimlessly, she truly did just that.
So aimlessly that Xie Shu suspected she might be doing it on purpose.
"You don't need to go to all this trouble if you want me dead!"
Xie Shu ground his teeth and shouted at the person in front of him.
Chuzheng stood on the iron chain, turned back and looked at him: "Are you scared?"
"Scared of what!" Xie Shu stood at the edge of the cliff, spurred on by Chuzheng's challenge, and stepped onto the iron chain.
The iron chain was a single strand, as thick as a wrist, and wobbled alarmingly when someone stood on it.
