Amidst the chaotic cries of "Mom and Dad" by her ears, Little Xixi slowly opened her eyes, lifted her head, and saw Wen Zao holding her in his arms.
"Brother..." she quivered as she called out softly.
"Don't be afraid. Brother won't let anything happen to you. Brother will protect you!" Wen Zao held Little Xixi by the waist with one hand, while the other struggled to climb upwards, trying to wrap the silver thread around his hand to secure both himself and Xixi.
But the silver thread was too thin and brittle. If it was just Wen Zao, he might have managed to swing to the opposite window, but now, with Xixi in his arms, the slightest movement would increase the weight, causing the silver thread to snap immediately.
"Brother, let go of me. You have to let go, or else you'll die too..." Little Xixi looked at Wen Zao's hand, deeply scarred by the silver thread, with blood trickling down his arm, dripping onto his face. For the first time, Little Xixi felt her heart shattered.
