A Lake in the Valley

The steep cliff rose abruptly and the wild grass between the cracks of the cliff was smashed into a green line that swiftly disappeared. As the cold air slapped against her cheeks, Mo Shanshan used her left hand to tightly clutch Ning Que's waistband. She neither felt afraid nor screamed because she believed that Ning Que would never commit suicide.

"Peng!" The big black umbrella opened in the air. Their bodies jerked, and the speed at which they fell slowed down. They drifted along with the wind and away from the cliff, toward a broad-leaved forest not far away from them.

Mo Shanshan narrowed her eyes due to the wind. She raised up her head to see that umbrella, which blocked the snow. Even though it had been battered by the fierce wind, it only had slight deformations. There were no traces of it tearing at all. Because it was so solid, she could not help wondering what material on earth this umbrella was made from.