At this moment, Xi Jiu's consciousness had already begun to fade.
In a daze, he seemed to hear Ruan Qi's sobbing. The sobs were filled with despair, reminding Xi Jiu of the day ten years ago when he was drowned in the river.
On that day, nine-year-old Little Ruan Qi was also crying in despair like this.
"Brother Iceberg... Brother Iceberg..."
"Jiujiu... Jiujiu, wake up! Jiujiu!!!"
The two calls from a decade apart overlapped at this moment. The grief and despair in the girl's voice made Xi Jiu's soul tremble, and his scattered consciousness finally came to.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ruan Qi's panicked face.
Xi Jiu's fingers twitched, struggling to lift upwards.
"Don't... cry..."
He wanted to wipe away Ruan Qi's tears with his own hands, but the fall from height left all the bones in his body shattered. Xi Jiu's hand lifted no more than two centimeters before it weakly fell back down.
