The sky was too dark. Watt Bennet lifted his face to look upward, but he couldn't see anything clearly.
He was about to continue walking when suddenly, a faint voice reached his ears, "Adrian..."
Watt's back stiffened, and he abruptly raised his face.
The night in the mountains was too dark. The only tool he had for illumination was his phone.
He turned on the phone's flashlight and shone it upwards.
Above him was a huge tree, growing on the cliffside, two or three meters above him.
The branches and leaves were lush and numerous, blocking part of Watt's view.
"Adrian..." Summer Sutton's voice sounded again from above, low and a bit weak, seemingly in pain.
Watt stared upwards for a good while. His heart, which had been anxious all day, finally calmed down at this moment.
She was still conscious, which at least meant she was okay.
If she fell onto the tree, she probably wouldn't be too badly hurt.
