章 1878: A Call in the Middle of the Night (III)

Shen Zhilie's heart skipped a beat, and he bellowed, "Grandma!"

But there seemed to be no end to the abyss in front of him; Shen Zhilie couldn't even hear the sound of anything landing.

"Old Shen? Old Shen?"

He seemed to hear Ye Qianqian's voice vaguely in the distance. Shen Zhilie turned around swiftly and caught sight of Ye Qianqian.

Ye Qianqian was standing by the cliff, and she was holding a young child's hand. When Ye Qianqian saw Shen Zhilie, she smiled at him.

Shen Zhilie bent his head down and shifted his gaze subconsciously toward the child by Ye Qianqian's side. The child was wearing a cute outfit of plaid suspenders over a white shirt, and his hair was cut in the shape of an inverted bowl. He was short and cuddly and looked very cute, but Shen Zhilie couldn't see his face. It was as if his face were covered by a layer of mist and bright light, which easily obscured Shen Zhilie's vision.