Ethan Laurent fell very suddenly, and it was already difficult to try to hold him in such a situation.
Summer Ford's strength was insufficient; trying to hold him was almost impossible.
Fortunately, he also grabbed onto a vine.
However, the vine was too thin, and there was no telling how long it could hold.
Below the slope was a river, the water extremely turbulent, rushing loudly; the person who had fallen before him disappeared in an instant.
Summer Ford glanced under Ethan Laurent, caught sight of this scene, and her heart trembled.
She didn't know how long he could last and didn't dare release his hand to find rescue tools.
She feared that if she let go, the vine he was holding wouldn't bear his weight.
Ethan Laurent seemed to be in discomfort; he had been shot in the shoulder, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead.
Summer Ford wasn't feeling well either; her abdomen, silent for the past month, suddenly ached painfully, making her face pale.
