However, Shiwu and Chuyi were both quite young and had never witnessed such a scene before.
They were imagining what it would be like to fall from such a height, and the kind of impact that would shatter them into pieces.
The two little girls instinctively felt afraid, their bodies trembling.
At this moment, a pair of large hands reached out, each holding one of their small hands.
Those were Lu Qingshan's hands.
The river's current was strong; without holding their hands, they might soon be swept away.
"Don't be afraid, there's no danger," Lu Qingshan said gently.
Lu Qingshan's hands were powerful and warm, which made them feel much at ease.
The two little girls didn't think too much, clinging tightly to Lu Qingshan's hands like drowning people grasping at straws, unwilling to let go.
They kept falling, falling endlessly.
After a long, long time, an icy chill wrapped around them.
Lu Qingshan glanced around, and a dim, yellow cloud sea came into his view.
