Ripples spread across the deep pool.
A disheveled woman, with clothes in tatters, was dragging a man covered in blood onto the shore.
It was Zhang Xiaoshan and Yu Xiuxiu, who had fallen off the cliff.
Because of the cushioning effect of the rocky walls and trees, along with the pool of water, both of them miraculously survived the catastrophe.
At this moment, Yu Xiuxiu had regained consciousness, but Zhang Xiaoshan was completely unresponsive.
"Little Shan, how, how are you?"
Yu Xiuxiu sat on the bank, holding Zhang Xiaoshan and sobbing uncontrollably.
Yet, Zhang Xiaoshan still showed no signs of life, as if he had stopped breathing entirely.
At this time, his body was covered in blood, and as the poison had entered his internal organs, his skin began to turn black, appearing utterly lifeless.
"Little Shan, you, you sacrificed your life to save me. How can I live on alone?"
Yu Xiuxiu picked up a stone, ready to end her own life.
"Cold, it's so cold..."
