Su An'an looked at his broad back, didn't fuss, and climbed up, then whispered, "Sorry, I'm just afraid of heights."
Shen Juncheng raised his eyebrows, saying her delicateness was just a playful remark.
Whether she's truly delicate he couldn't tell, she's already braver than he imagined.
He didn't speak further, carrying her into the forest.
It's not clear where this place is, the trees are particularly dense. Previously, the faint fire reflected off the cliff at the water's edge could still be seen, but now, the further they go, the more pitch black it becomes.
When you can't see anything, the senses are heightened, and every little sound makes the heart leap.
Su An'an, feeling tense, tightened her grip on his clothes, and then she noticed his shoulders were sticky too; she didn't need to look to know it was blood.
Su An'an pursed her lips, his clothes were too dark, night too dim, without touching, she really hadn't noticed he was injured too.
