Lu Weixi struggled to lift her head, Qin Zhiyou was right above her, holding tightly to her hand with one hand and grasping a knife with the other, the knife thrust forcefully into the ground. He also hadn't slept for three days, was highly strung, and had been on the run. Ordinarily, if he had had enough energy, it might not have been so difficult, he might have been able to pull her up with strength. But now, he could barely maintain his grip, preventing Lu Weixi from falling, already overexerting his own strength, let alone anything else.
"Zhiyou, let go," Lu Weixi saw that the knife he held could no longer support the weight of two people and was continuously shifting towards the cliff edge. She feared that if this continued, Qin Zhiyou would fall down with her.
