Lin Yi looked gently at the seemingly fragile girl in front of him and asked softly:
"Are you ready?"
Zhang Xinying met Lin Yi's gaze and smiled faintly.
Her eyes then showed a determined look as she nodded:
"Yes."
"I'm ready."
Maybe she was still scared.
Zhang Xinying then nervously closed her eyes, pursing her lips.
She then said:
"Let's begin."
Seeing Zhang Xinying like this, Lin Yi suddenly laughed.
Lin Yi looked down at the unfathomable abyss beneath his feet.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Yi pulled Zhang Xinying's frail body into his arms.
Then, he leapt!
As their bodies fell vertically, cold snowflakes slapped against their cheeks.
The piercing gale howled past their ears.
Lin Yi could see the scene before him rapidly receding.
On the other hand, Zhang Xinying was tightly held in Lin Yi's arms, her eyes closed tight, her face pale.
