Blood gushed out.

Shen Jiao stood there, stunned.

In the jungle, apart from the sound of rushing water, there were only the howls of wolves and the rustling of branches, until the last wolf stumbled and fell.

Shen Jiao saw a tall, aloof figure slowly emerge from the shadows.

Ji Yan walked towards her.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the overlapping leaves, casting a soft, visible glow. He walked with unrestrained abandon, and the wolf carcasses scattered on the ground turned into crimson blood beneath his feet.

Ji Yan walked up to her, bent down, and extended a hand. "Come here."

His hands were still as cold as ever, as if they had no warmth at all.

Shen Jiao reached out, but couldn't hold on to it no matter what she did. Her eyes welled up with tears. "It's so annoying, why can't I hold on to it?"

A small grievance was suddenly magnified infinitely, and tears that had been held back for nearly a month burst forth like a burst dam, falling uncontrollably.

It wasn't that she couldn't hold on, but that she was exhausted. Ji Yan's eyes darkened, and she took the initiative to hold the scarred hand.

She seems to have lost some weight.

"Ji Yan, why did you take so long to come?" Shen Jiao threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

Ji Yan: "It's because I'm late."

Shen Jiao: "They want to kill me, the wolves want to eat me, I'm so scared."

Ji Yan patted the back of her head, as if to comfort her: "They are paying the price."

The tyrant then ruffled the hamster's messy hair.

"Will you jump off the cliff again next time?"

Speaking of this, Shen Jiao became even angrier and wiped her tears on the tyrant's body.

She said fiercely, "You still have the nerve to talk? You knew I was afraid of death, so how could I jump down without any way out? Why did you jump down so carelessly?"

"I know." Ji Yan picked up the hamster, who was crying its eyes out, and slowly walked away.

His voice was deep and resonant: "But you'd be scared if you jumped down alone."

So, I'll stay with you.