Ye Siming was stunned and looked up.
At the top of the pit, the child didn't listen to his advice and was leaning on the edge.
It was unknown where Gu Nuo'er's had rubbed her small face against, leaving behind a smear of dirt on it. There were even snowflakes on her collar and hair.
However, her eyes were big, bright, and sparkling.
Gu Nuo'er tried her best to reach out her small hand to him, but half of her body was almost probing in.
Ye Siming was in a daze.
The law of survival that he had learned in the Asura Realm was to leave when he could. There was no such thing as companions and he didn't have to care about anyone's life either.
In his eyes, Gu Nuo'er was just a fragile three-year-old child.
She clearly had a chance to escape, but she turned around and wanted to pull him up.
How much strength could she have?
Ye Siming looked at her in a daze. The child kept urging, "Hurry up and hold my hand!"