Meanwhile, Zhao Peng had finally caught up, gasping for breath.
He had searched the mountain all night for Ye Xi without any trace, until he saw a light nearby.
It was coming from Ye Xi's cellphone.
When he chased over, sure enough, it was Ye Xi.
Zhao Peng had never been so exhausted. His voice hoarse, he struggled for breath as he shouted at Ye Xi, "Ye Xi, stop running, there's no way out ahead."
Ye Xi didn't get far before she saw, just as Zhao Peng had said, there was a ravine up ahead.
Looking out over the verdant expanse, there was a pit more than ten meters deep.
Ye Xi's steps halted, and she seemed as frail as a tiny skiff, her shirt billowing in the wind, her slender frame almost visible, as if she could be blown away at any moment.
At this moment, Ye Xi embraced a desperate resolve.
Zhao Peng, on the other hand, was still trying to threaten her, saying, "Be good, come back."
Ye Xi's face was pale like a ghostly specter in the night.
