"Ah-Che, wake up."
"Please, wake up..."
When Shi Wei rushed to the bottom of the cliff in a panic, he heard that heartbreaking cry of despair.
His heart sank as he disregarded the sharp thorns on the acacia trees on both sides, allowing his clothes to be torn apart.
At the fastest speed, he reached her side.
"Zhizhi..." The moment Shi Wei saw his little girl, his thick lashes involuntarily grew damp with tears.
The girl was kneeling on the gravel, her hands overlapping as she pressed down continuously on Wen Renche's heart, performing CPR while crying his name.
An arrow was lodged in her left shoulder, and bright red blood had soaked through her thin blue sweater.
One of her feet was bare and coated in mud.
Small gravel pieces had embedded into the soles of her feet, leaving glaring, bloody marks.
Her hair was a tangled mess, and the strands that hung down her temples had been wet with tears, sticking together in clumps.
