——Her hands are trembling now, tying vines is really not a task suited for her.
Mo Shangjun wrapped the vine around her waist several times, then tied it tightly. After confirming there were no issues, she let Liang Zhiqiong descend the cliff.
"Mo Shangjun, I won't die, right?"
Exhaling, Liang Zhiqiong looked steadily at Mo Shangjun, wanting her to give a definite answer.
Noticing Liang Zhiqiong's serious gaze, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but be a little startled, then nodded lightly: "Hmm, you won't die."
Receiving Mo Shangjun's assurance, Liang Zhiqiong seemed to be relieved.
She finally reached the edge of the crevice, and began climbing down little by little according to standard procedure.
Mo Shangjun held the vine in her hands, gripping it tightly, her fingers gradually tensing, knuckles slightly turning white.
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Not far away.
