The sound of voices came first. Then beams of light broke through the darkness, sweeping over the rocks until they finally found them.
"Over here!"
Boots pounded against wet ground as park staff and rescuers rushed down the slope. The moment they reached the ledge, everything seemed to move at once. Questions were being asked, hands reached for them, emergency blankets were unfolded quickly.
Zi Han barely registered any of it.
She only knew Ming Ye's arm had slipped from around her waist when the rescuers pulled them apart.
And somehow that frightened her.
"Ming Ye's injured," she heard herself saying hoarsely. "His back—please check his back first—"
A medic was already doing so.
They eased Ming Ye onto a stretcher, securing him while he grimaced but said nothing. Even half-conscious from blood loss and exhaustion, his gaze sought only Zi Han.
She stood there swaying slightly, mud still on her clothes, hair soaked and tangled, staring as they lifted him.
