"Sis', how long can you still hold on?"
His fear of heights had impeded the grand prize from looking down. All he could do now was hug Lin Sanjiu's leg with all his might as if his life was depended on it. His neck ached, for he had maintained such an anti-ergonomic posture for a long while.
The two of them were now hanging off a cliff nearly thousand meters in the air, swaying in the strong wind. Whenever a gust of wind hit them, their legs swung, and Lin Sanjiu would hear a sharp whimper as if from a choked hamster beneath her.
Their chances of survival depended on how long Lin Sanjiu could hold onto the cliff. Even though the grand prize was light, it still put a lot of strain on her arms. Her muscles throbbed with pain, and her face and arms were covered with wounds and lacerations. There was even sand embedded in some of her injuries, and the pain was unbearable.
