The moment the knot came loose, Lin Mo's world tilted.
She was hanging five meters high in the air, with the safety rope tied around her waist. Her hands and feet couldn't find a point of strength, like a butterfly trapped in a spider web. Jinjiang's tearing cry came from below, but she couldn't hear it clearly. The only sounds in her ears were the howling wind and her own rapid heartbeat.
Then someone hugged her.
Not Gaoyue, the perfect phantom she had been chasing for two months, who was still trying to balance on the rope net two meters away. It was Jin Jiang who hugged her. He climbed up from the emergency escape and, without safety protection, jumped to the rope where she was.
"Hold me tight." His voice came out from between his teeth, his right arm tightly wrapped around her waist, and his left hand grabbed the main rope. The rough nylon rope instantly cut his palm, and blood seeped out, staining the rope red, but he did not let go.
The knot came completely off.
The entire weight of the two men was on his bleeding hand. Lin Mo felt him trembling, felt him groan, and felt warm blood dripping on the back of her hand. But she was protected in his arms, wrapped around his entire body, like some kind of clumsy but firm shield.
