The Artist is Falling
Just like everything else from this day, it all happened faster than Yujia could process it.
She was falling through the air for just the briefest of a second. Then, there was a sharp jolt.
Yujia looked up. Feet dangling weightlessly, she was hanging in the air. The only thing keeping her from falling was her hand, tightly clenched around Xie Yufeng's.
Yufeng had saved her life, but—
A sliver of faint light from the stars was just enough for Yujia to see Yufeng grabbing onto the edge of the cliff they had just stumbled off of. Yufeng had lurched over the cliff too, the only thing keeping them suspended in the air being her hand on the edge.
Yufeng glanced down at her, gritting her teeth. "Hold on to my hand," Yufeng ordered. Her voice, for the first time, sounded breathless to Yujia. "Don't let go."
Yujia's palms were sweating. Or was it Yufeng's?