People immediately started search and rescue upstream on the beach ahead, Pei Chenyang emerged from behind a large tree, his expression solemn.
Song Weiyi blankly stared down at the cliff, after the initial splash, there was no longer any sign of Pei Yiting and the assassin.
Her heart turned cold in waves, feeling as if the blood in her body had stagnated, her eyes wide open.
"Uncle, you keep watch here, I'll have someone take Weiyi back," Pei Yibai roared in a low voice, taking two steps at a time as he climbed up from below.
Blood seeped through his pants, but it seemed as if Song Weiyi could no longer feel the pain.
She watched as Pei Yibai approached and quickly swept her into his arms.
"Yiting, will he be okay?" Song Weiyi asked, trembling.
"Don't talk for now, he will be okay." She noticed that Pei Yibai's hands, which were supporting her, were also shaking; his face was devoid of any color.
