Could it be that when Young Friend Xiao rescued the child, he simply lowered a rope and hauled her up?
Of course.
That was just the old man's wild speculation.
Who carried such a long rope around for no reason?
More importantly, even if the child was only a little girl, ordinary adults couldn't have hauled her up with nothing but a rope, could they?
Then...
How had Young Friend Xiao managed to stay dry in the rain?
Had he carried an umbrella when he climbed down the cliff?
A raincoat would have made sense.
But the old man clearly remembered that Young Friend Xiao had been holding an umbrella.
There was no way he'd climbed down the cliff with an umbrella, was there?
That would have been... far too difficult...
Then...
Had he gotten dry on the way over?
The old man shook his head.
He couldn't figure it out.
But he was past the age of stubbornly chasing after every answer. Since he couldn't figure it out, he'd just let it go.
If he got the chance to see Young Friend Xiao again, and still remembered this question, he could ask him in person.
After all, he knew himself.
His memory wasn't what it used to be.
It wasn't unusual for him to forget something he'd just said he'd remember.
The woman didn't dwell too much on the child's choice of words, either.
She thought the child was exaggerating what Xiao Xiao had done.
In the child's situation... which could be called desperate, Xiao Xiao must have seemed just like one of those great heroes who helped people in need.
Even if the child had been conscious, her awareness must have been hazy.
She had probably imagined that Xiao Xiao had flown up the cliff with