Chapter 2218
Ruan Chi, like Ruan Jie, grew up in close friendship with Lu Xian, their bond surpassed that of blood brothers. He received the news in the morning while on a business trip, and without hesitation, he left everything behind, taking a flight back by noon.
Similarly, Ruan Lei and Lu Zishu shared a deep connection since childhood. He rushed from the film set and naturally wanted to support Lu Zishu in facing the situation together.
When Lu Zishu appeared, both of them spoke almost in unison, "Let’s go down together."
The final decision was that, accompanied by three other rescuers who came to change shifts, the three of them descended the cliff, agreeing to return regardless of the outcome by dawn.
If the three went down carrying everyone’s hopes.
Then by the time all the rescuers came back up before nightfall the next day, they brought back complete despair.
Lu Zishu emerged, his face devoid of color, sickly pale, and his hands and feet trembling.
He was lifted up with a rope by Duan Xi, and even when his feet touched the ground, he remained in a daze, with vacant eyes, as if his soul had drifted away.
"Zishu..." Lu Zhiwei stepped forward to support him, but the moment he touched Lu Zishu, he was pushed away by Zishu, whose face was ashen.
Lu Zishu ran to the side, kneeling on the ground, retching continuously. With barely anything in his stomach, he vomited bile interspersed with streaks of blood.
While the others didn’t vomit, their faces were equally pale and clammy.
Upon seeing his reaction, Zhao Li understood what it meant. Under the tremendous mental and physical strain without rest, she eventually fainted.
Lu Zhiwei was first in shock and then staggered back two steps, his face turning deathly pale, supported by several people.
Ruan Jiaojiao, with a pale face, walked over to the disheveled Duan Xi, looking at him expectantly, her lips quivering as she asked, "Brother Xi..."
As she approached, Duan Xi immediately reached out to hold her back, shaking his head and signaling her not to come closer.
Before going down, he hadn’t expected things to turn out this way.
Perhaps Lu Xian himself didn’t expect this either. He had been dead for a month. Although the weather was quite cold, his body had not undergone any special treatment. Therefore...he probably thought that after falling into such a deep cliff, no one would come searching for him.
But unexpectedly, they not only went down but also found him.
However, the discovery was such that none of them, including him, could ever erase it from memory.
Too tragic, too vivid...
By this time, daylight had broken, but everyone was enveloped in boundless grief.
Lu Xian was gone.
The world of the Lu Family had crumbled.
The once vibrant and lively Zhao Li was utterly devastated, lying on the bed at home, with an IV drip in her hand, staring blankly at the pale ceiling, speechless, as tears continuously trickled from the corners of her eyes.
Lu Zhiwei was shattered too, appearing to age ten years overnight, as relatives from the Ruan Family and Lu Family took charge of all matters.
In contrast, Lu Zishu, who used to be carefree, seemed to mature overnight, taking a stand, handling all affairs both inside and outside with the support of the Ruan Family and relatives.
Since Lu Xian couldn’t be brought back, the Lu Family could only arrange for a symbolic burial for him.
In the two days leading up to Lu Xian’s funeral, Zhao Li remained in the hospital, not yet discharged.