He couldn't wait to know, to find out what kind of situation his little princess had encountered back then.
Even Mu Jingheng didn't have the courage to look at the cliff in front of him. It was so high, roughly fifty or sixty meters tall.
And his little darling, back then, had been swept down from such a great height by the rushing water and then plunged into the lake in front of them...
The stream here was very clear, with an average depth. Had she not been just a little child at the time, she might really have met her end.
"Eighteen years ago, transportation wasn't very developed. I was walking back home from a relative's place and decided to take a shortcut through this path."
Yang Guoping recalled, pointing to the stream in front of them.
