Their mouths hung open, as if they wanted to say something, but the unimaginable scene before them rendered them speechless.
They could only stare blankly in the direction Fang Cheng left, their hearts filled with astonishment at his feat and unease about the unknown outcome.
Lin Chuqiao stood at the edge of the cliff, her eyes fixed on Fang Cheng's figure gradually disappearing into the fog, her hands unconsciously clasped before her chest, nails almost embedded into her palms.
The howling wind seemed like a rope pulling at her heart, each tug tightening its grip, yet she could only silently pray for Fang Cheng's safety within her heart, hoping he would safely accomplish his goal.
The professor and Li Dingjian in the manor froze the moment they learned of Fang Cheng's actions.
The professor's eyes flickered with complex emotions, both admiration for Fang Cheng's courage and deep concern for this risky endeavor.
