Xiang Ying's back was pressed against the snow, being dragged and raising clouds of snow dust.
She tried to cut the rope on her foot, but it was futile.
The snow boots were too thick, she couldn't kick them off in time!
Jie Chen rushed over on his horse, drew his bow and shot, severing the rope with two arrows!
However, the entire slope was tilting downwards.
The snow had already accumulated in a thick layer, and Xiang Ying slid downward following the inertia.
"Give me your hand!" Jie Chen stretched out his large palm.
Xiang Ying tried her best to reach, but their fingertips only briefly touched in the blizzard before parting again.
"No..." Xiang Ying's voice was feeble, "I don't have the strength anymore!"
Five meters ahead was the cliff!
Jie Chen looked up with his dark, piercing eyes and made a decision through gritted teeth.
He abandoned the horse, leaped forward, and directly embraced Xiang Ying.
