The eye-catching black dot moved in a continuous Z-shaped trajectory on the white cliff, like a black butterfly dancing with its wings. The slim and well-proportioned figure carried a full set of luggage equal to his height and a five-year-old boy on his back. As he jumped from foothold to foothold, he didn't linger for a moment, despite the ever-present danger of falling from the cliff if he made a misstep.
Anyone who witnessed such a crazy performance might just faint from shock.
Roland, however, found it fascinating. Having raced a previous avalanche in a more intense frenzy, he was much calmer now.
The boy was lying on Li Lin's back, with an oxygen mask and snow goggles covering almost his entire face. His black hair tightly fixed the two of them together.
The breathtaking scenery constantly fell beneath them as they leisurely leaped with incredible ease. What started as awe soon turned into a familiar boredom, which eventually became a complicated motivation.
