The cliff was too high, with too many trees growing.
When a tractor meets trees, usually the trees win.
However, they didn't die; even in severe car accidents, people often survive, and sometimes just a minor collision can break one's spine and cause instant death.
The key is posture, timing.
Sigh, it's really all about luck.
Clearly, the only thing they've won now is luck.
"Song Moting!"
She softly calls out.
No response.
He doesn't feel any pain.
Song Moting thinks, maybe he should feel pain, but he doesn't.
That's good, because no one likes pain.
Everything feels distant and unreal.
He knows he should try to get up; there's an urgent reason forcing him to do so, yet he has no desire to move.
Alright!
He can't move anyway.
Perhaps he can get up later.
No, no, Song Moting can't deceive himself, even now.
Especially now.
He doesn't want to die.
But if this continues, he will die, though it doesn't matter.
