Gu Yuheng understood the meaning in Lin Chuxia's words. He hooked the corner of his lips, smiled gently, and did not respond.
Chuxia tentatively asked, "Gu Yuheng, what if I go down and pull you up? I think I can."
However, Gu Yuheng turned her down flatly, his expression grave, "You might, I cannot!"
He was probably about six or seven meters down the cliff at this moment. The distance might not seem long, but the precipice was difficult to climb. A single misstep could send one plummeting to the bottom of the valley, not to mention having to carry him with his injuries.
A grown man who climbed regularly wouldn't dare to scale such a steep cliff without any tools to rescue someone, let alone her being a frail woman.
And most importantly, he couldn't exert any strength right now; he would only become a burden to her.
If she truly came down, there would only be one outcome: they would both fall off the cliff together.
