He watched, wide-eyed, as Chi Zaozao slid down the cliff before his very eyes.
Without any sound from her, in the blink of an eye, she vanished from his sight without a trace.
"Zaozao ..."
He murmured, feeling as though something had violently torn open in his chest, an agonizing, uncomfortable, heavy pain that made it hard to breathe.
An uncontrollable impulse surged through his body, almost causing him to slide down after her.
But his rational mind told him he couldn't.
Zaozao ...
He was muttering her name in his heart, fumblingly took out a climbing rope from his backpack, secured it, and then followed the path where Chi Zaozao had fallen, climbing down step by step.
After descending thirty meters, Ye Que finally saw the girl lying on the ground, covered in blood.
"Zaozao ..."
