On the desolate and empty cliff edge, countless guards rushed up, their hooked ropes taut and piercing the earth, while the cold wind howled and swept across the sky and earth.
Mo Ling saw the man rushing over, was slightly startled, and quickly went over.
"Master, why are you back so soon?"
Xie Xuan dismounted and saw the scene unfolding on the cliff; a flash of fury crossed his dark eyes.
Where is she?
"The girl accidentally fell off a cliff."
A cold wind howled, and the heavy rain instantly covered the red figure. Before anyone could react, the figure disappeared into the bottomless abyss of the cliff.
Mo Ling was extremely anxious and rushed over, climbing down the rope.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, and torrential rain howled. The steep cliffs roared like bloodthirsty beasts in the night, and winding, protruding tree roots clung to the cliff face.
Wang Wan hung on the tree trunk, covered in wounds, her slender hands gripping tightly, afraid to move. Sharp pain pierced her entire body. The cold wind blew up her wet dress, revealing a section of her slender white legs.
Her face was deathly pale, and she stiffly peered down. Below, the clouds and mist swirled, and she could vaguely see a rushing river with surging waves.
That's so high, if she jumped, she'd be crippled even if she didn't die. Besides, she can't swim, so she'd likely end up as a fish.
The long, cold rain pounded against the cliff, its piercing sound like sharp arrows cutting through the silent night.
Wang Wan felt cold all over, her face was pale, and the cold rain poured into her throat, like icy arrows slowly torturing her flesh.
It was cold, so cold. Her thin white dress was already soaked through. It felt as if knives were piercing her frail body, cutting her ankles and slicing across her cheeks. Gradually, her body began to stiffen, and her vision blurred as countless shadows flashed by.
Memory is like a sweet jujube tree rained on, suddenly winding its way up in an instant. All the glorious years of the past flashed through her mind. She saw the faces of her parents, her older brothers and sisters, and her grandmother. It was as if an ancient wind was blowing slowly, and she heard countless voices calling in her ears.
A muffled rumble of thunder suddenly sounded, and a torrential downpour began before her eyes. In a daze, she heard the arrogant voice of a young man, and the sound of horses' hooves galloping past. The scorching sun bathed the entire horse farm in golden light. She rode slowly along on a horse and heard him laugh behind her, "Catch up, and I'll return the hairpin to you."
A jade hairpin?! That was a coming-of-age gift from her mother, and he took it away.
"Give it back to me."
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. Birds flew overhead. On the grassland, a young man on horseback, full of vigor, with rosy lips, white teeth, and bright, beautiful eyes, turned to look at her. His features seemed to be burning with fire, and his laughter was hearty.
"At this rate, it'll take you forever to catch up."
"You're not allowed to die, do you hear me?"
The scene shifts to the desolate icy plains of northern Xinjiang, where a biting wind whips their robes as countless steppe warriors wielding broadswords ride swiftly in pursuit, swirling like ferocious beasts in the cold wind.
"Wake up! If you don't wake up, your third brother is going to chop me with a knife. You brat, I knew you were going to get me into trouble again, and I wouldn't have brought you out no matter how much you begged and pleaded."
"I searched for three whole nights on the mountaintops and cliffs of Beichuan to find this medicinal herb. The old man said that this Dragon Heart Vine is very powerful and will definitely keep you alive. Wake up quickly, or I will feed you with my mouth."
As time went by, barren memories surfaced inch by inch, traversing her mind. The deliberately suppressed images burst forth with the boy's voice, stirring up piercing sparks.
Eight years of vicissitudes flashed through her mind like a fleeting dream, and the person deep in her memory broke free of the cage and occupied her whole being.
In the pitch-black night, the heavy rain lashed her face, her vision gradually blurred, regret, pain, joy, sorrow, and love flashed through her mind, a complex mix of emotions striking her heart.
She loved him, but he did not know. Eight years passed in vain. The flowers bloomed in vain, and she died without knowing. How tragic! Perhaps, it had nothing to do with fate or life and death. Her stubbornness from the beginning was wrong. In the face of death, everything was so indifferent.
In an instant, her heart, which had been shrouded in mist, suddenly cleared up, as if sparks hidden beneath the ice and snow were bursting out of the water, and a silent power strongly enveloped her entire body.
A mournful roar flashed across the sky, and the torrential rain poured down, pounding against the girl trapped on the cliff face.
The sound of a rushing waterfall reached her ears. Wang Wan slowly opened her eyes. Raindrops fell on her eyebrows and temples, and the tumultuous past receded like the tide.
She took a deep breath and laboriously turned her head to look at the cave behind the waterfall. She couldn't die; she couldn't just die like this.
Courage and determination flashed in her eyes. She gripped the tree trunk tightly and moved her body carefully.
Intense, piercing pain spread through her limbs. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to stay awake and slowly crawl down.
The wind howled, the torrential rain roared like a wild beast, and with a crack, the sound of a tree trunk breaking rang in my ears.
Wang Wan froze in fright, too afraid to move. She stared wide-eyed at the faintly cracked tree trunk, then turned to look at the vines not far away. If she could grab a vine on the cliff face before the tree broke, she could climb to the waterfall and jump into the cave—
The thought had barely crossed her mind when she was suddenly lifted into the air. With a scream, the biting wind felt like knives scraping her face as she plummeted downwards.
"Wang Wan!"
A man's angry voice suddenly rang out from high above. Her waist and abdomen were suddenly wrapped by a long rope that had been thrown down, and her body stopped in mid-air. Her face was pale, and she hadn't even recovered yet when her body was suddenly lifted up, spun into the air with tremendous force, and landed in a strong embrace.
“Ah Wan.”
Amidst the torrential rain and biting winds, the man's eyes shone like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating her desolate world.
Wang Wan looked up in alarm at the person in front of her, her chest heaving and her body trembling slightly.
The torrential rain lashed her face, eyes, nose, and mouth, while the silent, cold wind choked her throat, rendering her unable to utter a sound.
The immense panic and fear erupted the moment she saw that it really was him, and suppressed sobs instantly broke out.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugged him tightly, and cried with tears in her eyes, "I thought I was going to die and never see you again---"
Xie Xuan's hands, which were covered in blood, were gripping the vines on the cliff. He couldn't use his hands to comfort her, so he could only whisper, "Don't be afraid, you won't die. Hold on to me, I'll take you up."
Wang Wan looked up, about to speak, but then noticed his back, which was embedded in the cliff face, was covered in blood and gore. He must have cut the long rope in his haste to ensnare her, and the force of the impact had caused him to slide down, leaving him covered in blood.
A pang of sadness gripped her heart, and silent tears rolled down her face as she hugged him tightly. "Hold on tight."
Xie Xuan grabbed the vine with one hand and hugged her tightly with the other, using the force to leap into the air and directly onto the cliff.
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