He Xiuyu gently took his hand and said softly, "Brother Chen, don't move—I've already contacted a rescue helicopter. You'll be taken to the hospital soon."
There was a pause before He Xiuyu's voice firmed, "You must hold on. Your willpower is very important right now. I will stay with you."
At this moment, Chen Tianliang looked up at the sky. Days were exceptionally long after the summer solstice. Even though it was nearly four in the afternoon, the sun still hung in the western sky. The brilliant light pouring through the clouds reached the bottom of this ten-meter-deep pit, half-blocked, but the other half fell directly onto his face—warm, and so desirable.
