"Yan Hui!"
Wan Chu'er shouted anxiously, wrapping her arms firmly around Yan Hui's waist.
Yan Hui struggled to utter two words, "Don't... be afraid," before his head drooped onto her shoulder.
Yan Hui's reaction made Wan Chu'er even more anxious. She continuously hooked her feet around the trees to slow down the impact until she gradually stopped, hanging in mid-air.
They were still a great distance from the ground; a direct fall would certainly result in another round of injuries.
Wan Chu'er looked around and carefully untied the rope from her waist, quickly tying it to a dagger, then threw it toward a tree branch as thick as a thigh. The dagger spun around the branch a few times and firmly secured itself.
Then she held onto the rope and swung across, using considerable effort to maneuver Yan Hui behind the branch into a fork, where she laid him down.
