However, Carefree ng Lan seed to grasp a lifeline, her delicate body slightly trembling. She stared blankly at the edge of the cliff where the mountain wind howled. Gradually, her eyes gathered a glimr of hope, as if she saw salvation, "Yes, everything will be fine. Heaven will surely keep him safe and sound!" Although her voice was weak, it was filled with determination.
As she spoke, she suddenly stood up, her gaze firmly fixed on the misty abyss below, "Let’s go, let’s go down and find him!" Her voice carried a resolute determination that allowed no doubt.
anwhile, at the chaotic bottom of the cliff, Luo Chen’s consciousness was gradually awakening. He seed to see a ray of light breaking into his mind, pulling him back from the brink of death. He struggled to open his eyes, but just the effort triggered the wounds all over his body, causing waves of piercing pain. He gritted his teeth tightly, enduring silently, with his forehead’s veins bulging, showing the imnse pain he was enduring.
This immobilized state persisted for quite a while before Luo Chen felt the pain gradually subside. Yet his forehead was already drenched in cold sweat, his back sticky with a mix of clammy sweat. He breathed laboriously, but his heart was filled with gratitude. He was still alive, aning he had a chance to reunite with his companions.
At the cliff top, Carefree ng Lan and her group began preparing to descend the cliff to search for Luo Chen. They gathered ropes and climbing tools, cautiously exploring downward along the cliff face. Every face was marked by worry and hope; they wished to find that familiar figure at the bottom of the cliff.
As ti passed, they gradually descended deeper into the abyss. The fog here was thicker, visibility extrely low. But none had thoughts of giving up, searching carefully around every possible corner.
Finally, in a secluded corner at the bottom of the cliff, they found Luo Chen lying on the ground. His body was covered with scars and marks of burns, looking incredibly tragic. But when they checked his breath, they were pleasantly surprised to find he still had faint breathing.
"Quick! Quickly save him!" Carefree ng Lan shouted urgently. Everyone imdiately sprang into action, so looking for water sources, others collecting herbs, while so stayed behind to tend to Luo Chen. Through everyone’s combined efforts, Luo Chen’s injuries gradually stabilized.
When Luo Chen woke again, it was already dusk. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar faces around him, a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew he was saved, and it was precisely these companions who had stayed by his side that saved him. Their faces were marked by exhaustion and worry, but seeing Luo Chen awake, they all broke into delighted smiles.
"Luo Chen, you’re finally awake!" Carefree ng Lan said excitedly, "Heaven truly blessed you!" Luo Chen smiled faintly and looked at her gratefully, "Thank you all for not giving up on ." Everyone laughed together; at this mont, the heavy burden in their hearts finally lifted. They knew that after this life-and-death test, their bonds had deepened.
At the edge of the towering cliff, Luo Chen’s figure fell along with the fire snakes. At that mont, the pale-as-paper face of Carefree ng Lan flashed before his eyes, her celestial beauty appearing even more poignant in the firelight. Her crystal tears flowed down like they extinguished all the pain and fear before death. That scene was deeply imprinted in Luo Chen’s heart.
Luo Chen never thought he could survive after falling off the cliff. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw his own shattered body, bathed in blood, with wounds all over, even his hair scattered, in complete disarray. He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious; he only felt a pervasive silence around him, occasionally pierced by the eerie calls of birds flying overhead, their sounds echoing in the quiet valley, chilling to the bone.
He lay quietly, surveying his surroundings. The cliff seed disconnected from the world, the foot exceptionally silent, overgrown with weeds. Luo Chen tried to move but found himself powerless, able only to gaze at the sky as night quietly fell, cloaking the earth in shadow. The evening wind’s coolness swept over, causing him to shiver slightly. The bloodstained marks on his wounds had already clotted, appearing particularly ghastly.
His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, his face covered in gri. At this mont, Luo Chen no longer resembled the spirited, hot-blooded youth of the Lin Family. He clenched his fist, only to find his strength minuscule. His lips slowly curled into a bitter smile, "Is this now?" he asked himself.
Exposed to wind and sun, day and night alternated. Luo Chen lay motionless in the grass for two or three days, during which he barely consud a drop of water. He kept his eyes closed, feeling his body’s weakness. His parched lips moved slightly, seemingly calling for sothing. However, in this deserted valley, only the sounds of the wind and birds replied.
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