Si Yu struggled with all his might and finally climbed onto the rock at the cave's entrance. It felt like a pile of random stones there; the spot where he sat was slightly more spacious than a bench, although his feet were still in the water.
He gasped for breath, indifferent to the cold seeping through him. As he surveyed his surroundings, he dreadfully realized that below lay a waterfall. Though not exceptionally tall, falling from it could be deadly; if he was lucky, he'd land in the water, but with bad luck, he'd hit a rock, and that could be the end.
From his backpack, Si Yu took out some bread. The waterproof backpack was damp but not entirely soaked. He opened it and started eating the bread to replenish his energy. He gazed at the cave opening, pondering whether Tang Jun had fallen from this very waterfall.
Looking out from this modest waterfall cave, the distant view was of lush forests, a sight that called to the longing within him.
