In an instant, a pair of ice-cold eyes shot straight at him, like frost descending a hundred miles during the coldest winter, making him feel as though he were in a world of ice and snow. His whole being suddenly snapped out of his daze, his foot slipped, and just as he was about to fall to the ground, that person's figure suddenly moved.
Long legs kicked up a wooden stick from the ground, slanted and aimed at him, the stick blocked his waist, causing the young man's body to tilt to the other side, where a segment of a long leg kicked horizontally to stop him from falling.
Across from him, Mingyue's long eyebrows slightly raised, with a face as coldly aloof and noble as jade, in her eyes, besides endless darkness, there was only his reflection.
Swiftly retracting her leg, without support, he suddenly staggered backward, his back collided with the cabin board, and he managed to steady himself, taking a deep breath, he whispered: "Thank you."
