Song Ning's heart jolted!
There weren't many people here who knew her name!
She grabbed the weeds and climbed a little farther up, struggling to her feet.
Her padded jacket and trousers were soaked with muddy water, as though sandbags were hanging all over her body.
Soon, she saw him-
On the other side of the flash flood, about five or six meters ahead...
Lin Xiaoming was desperately clinging to a dead branch with both hands.
The other end of the branch was attached to a dead tree on the bank.
Whether it had been struck by lightning or battered by the flood, she couldn't tell... but the branch had already split, with only a sliver of wood holding it together.
And just two or three meters behind Lin Xiaoming was a sheer drop.
If the branch snapped, Lin Xiaoming would be swept away in an instant.
"Song Ning... h-help me!" Lin Xiaoming called again.
He didn't even dare raise his voice.
The branch could snap at any moment under the force of the current!
Song Ning hesitated for only an instant.
Then she began looking around for something she could use.
Fortunately, this was an untouched mountain forest, and it was winter.
She soon found a dry, yellowed bamboo pole.
It was long enough without being too heavy.
Song Ning found the spot along the bank closest to Lin Xiaoming and extended the bamboo toward him.
"Grab this!"
Seeing that Song Ning was really trying to save him, Lin Xiaoming looked delighted.
He slowly released one hand and reached for the bamboo.
But no matter how far he reached... it was still about half a meter away.
He didn't dare make any sudden movements, afraid the branch would snap if he strained too hard.
All he could do was