Time seemed to be standing still.
To Gu Yi'an, it felt as if everything had come to a halt: the sound of the wind and the rain, all of it in her world had become transparent.
She couldn't touch it, nor could she feel it.
Yes, it was raining.
But when had it started raining? She had no idea.
Her eyes were very uncomfortable, in pain. Rainwater dripped onto her face, and she lightly reached out to wipe it off. But why was the rain that hit her face red? Like the color of blood?
Gu Yi'an lay on the tree trunk, motionless, letting the wind blow and the rain pour down.
She had forgotten that she should climb up the cliff.
Oh, even if she wanted to climb up the cliff, she likely couldn't at the moment. She had no strength left, and her whole body felt utterly drained, completely unable to move.
She just lay there, tightly hugging the tree trunk, still carrying her backpack.
