Both of them hung in midair.
If Caroline Edwin's grip on the balcony slipped or her strength gave out, they would both fall rapidly.
In just a few seconds, they would crash to the ground, heads split open, blood splattered everywhere, flesh a blurred mess, their faces utterly destroyed.
Ethan Taylor struggled weakly, "Sister, let go, you'll get hurt too!"
His tone was laced with urgency, afraid to struggle too much in case he dragged her down as well.
From this height, a fall would mean certain death or disability, and he couldn't drag her down with him.
"Shut up, don't move!"
Caroline clung tightly to the balcony, the somewhat sharp window frame scraping her palms raw.
In her hands, she held a nearly adult boy, not light in weight, whose huge pulling force made her arms ache unbearably.
Sweat beaded densely on her smooth forehead, she dared not move, biting her teeth hard, struggling to hold on.
"..."
