When Nie Shaohui discovered that his phone was missing.
He had wanted to turn back and look for it.
But then he thought about how he still had no idea what condition Brother Xue was in down below.
Besides, even if he retraced his steps, there was no guarantee he would find it, right?
After all, this was a primeval forest. He could not even find the path he had taken to get here.
Now, he had only one way forward.
As for the phone, he could only think of something after he got out.
Heaven did not let down those who tried—or perhaps Nie Shaohui's luck was simply that good.
After searching for four hours.
He finally spotted Brother Xue resting against a tree trunk so thick it would take three people to encircle it, at the bottom of the slope.
Hearing the movement, Brother Xue opened his closed eyes.
When he saw Nie Shaohui, hope and delight lit up his whole face.
"Little Nie, I'm here!"
At that moment, Brother Xue was covered in injuries from head to toe, having twisted his ankle earlier and then rolled down from above.
And as an adventure enthusiast.
He knew full well that staying in one place was the same as waiting to die.
So, enduring the agonizing pain in his ankle.
He had forced his battered body down this slope of unknown depth.
But precisely because of that.
By the time he reached the bottom, his strength had been completely drained.
Just when he thought he would be trapped here until death, Nie Shaohui appeared before him like a divine soldier descending from heaven.
How could that not move him?
He had never expected that a young man he had only met a few times would disregard his own safety