Gu Changqing carried Gu Jiao on his back, struggling to climb the rugged cliff amid jagged rocks. The strong winds roaring up from the bottom seemed powerful enough to blow them away, and under such extreme conditions, his internal energy was useless; he could only rely on brute strength to inch them slowly upwards.
Soon, his right hand became mangled and bloody.
Bloody handprints marked the cliff, striking in the dark night.
They had fallen into a deep place, and it was uncertain how long it would take to climb back up. The winds were fierce there, with heavy moisture and low temperatures. Concerned that she might freeze, Gu Changqing said to her, "Jiaojiao, don't fall asleep yet."
"Hmm."
Gu Jiao muttered in a daze.
Gu Changqing asked, "Are you tired?"
Gu Jiao blinked her sleepy eyes: "Huh? Hmm, a little."
Her sudden drowsiness was unlike her usual stamina, prompting Gu Changqing to ask, worried, "Are you severely injured?"
