"Little Fox…" Qian Lingyu was touched. He had once abandoned two of his best pals due to his deep hatred for another nation. However, both of his buddies had never once given up on him.
Little Fox's face used to become bitterly scornful every time she saw him and would hiss at him as they were walking by each other. He thought that she hated him the most. However, in times of real danger, she showed him that she still cared very much for him and would even risk her life to keep him safe.
His consciousness came on and off. His fingernails grew in varying lengths. The thought of giving up occurred to him, but he managed to control his thoughts and had to keep biting his lips to stay awake.
His determination was remarkable.
When Gu Xijiu reached the ground, she saw that his eyes were already bloodshot red, but he was still conscious. He smiled at her, "Xijiu! Up there… How did it go up there?"
