Xia Qingtian reached out her hand towards the slender one in front of her, with its prominent joints.
However, as Bo Jingyan was about to grasp her fair, delicate hand, she gave his palm a little slap and quickly withdrew her hand.
"No need, I can do it myself," she said, her voice firm and stubborn.
Bo Jingyan reluctantly withdrew his hand, and despite his good intentions, warned her, "If you get scared, don't expect me to save you."
Xia Qingtian turned her head with a hint of arrogance in her voice, "Don't worry, my heart is not that weak, you..."
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Before she could finish her sentence, two screams echoed across the renowned glass bridge.
The voices were Xia Qingtian's and Cheng Bingbing's.
Suddenly, a cracking sound resonated from the once famous fluorescent bridge. Before anyone could react, a crack appeared in the center of the transparent glass pane and rapidly spread out in every direction.