Li Xiangyang cut a bundle of vines and, with Lin Lan, wove them into a rope. Walking to the edge of the pit, he threw the rope down to Wan Jiao and said, "Grab the rope. I'll pull you up."
"Okay!" Wan Jiao grabbed the rope. Li Xiangyang started pulling her up. Just as they were about to grab her hand, Lin Lan also reached out to help. But Wan Jiao suddenly screamed, her grip loosened, and she tumbled back down.
"Oh my god! WAAAH… WAAAH…" Wan Jiao burst into tears. "It hurts so much! My leg is broken! WAAAH… WAAAH…"
Watching her fall in a heap at the bottom of the pit, Lin Lan and the others felt their own rears ache in sympathy.
Wu Shufen quickly comforted her, telling her not to cry.
Lin Lan looked at her, thought for a moment, and then said, "Tie the rope under your armpits. We'll pull you up."
"Mhm!" Wan Jiao nodded through her sobs, pulled up the rope, and tied it tightly under her armpits. "I'm ready."
