Chapter Three

Gentle, rhythmic ripples brushed against Inanna’s face, accompanied by sunlight filtering through the dense forest canopy, casting dappled golden patterns upon her skin.

The birdsong within the forest was long and melodious, then abruptly hurried, waves of sound crashing against Inanna’s eardrums. She reached forward, grasping blindly, only to clutch handfuls of muddy riverbank grass; the coarse blades pricked her palm painfully.

Struggling, Inanna tried to lift her head and call out, but as she parted her lips, a mouthful of water, thick with the taste of shallow mud, flooded in.

She coughed with a heart-wrenching force, water choking her throat and spurting from her mouth and nose. The suffocating pain jolted her awake, and she sat up abruptly on the riverbed.

The foreign sensation in her mouth was unmistakable. Covering her lips, she coughed violently twice, expelling clumps of reddish mud, the sharp metallic tang of rust mingling with what seemed like flesh—an appalling sight that churned her stomach.

Her abdomen empty, she sat dazed in the river. After a moment, she splashed water on her hands and wiped her face, then, gripping a rock on the bank, she painstakingly stood. Water dripping from her body, she staggered onto the riverbank and collapsed beneath a tree to rest.

She must have been unconscious for a long time. The sun hung directly overhead, its heat oppressive. Inanna’s soaked body was trapped inside a poorly ventilated windbreaker, sweltering and suffocating. The cotton lining, soaked and heavy, dragged her down like several bags of saltwater. Seeing no one around, she stripped off her clothes and spread them out to dry, left only in a sports vest—she did not feel cold.

Now, all she could do was wait for her clothes to dry and then set out immediately to find a way out.

Leaning against the tree, Inanna’s mind slowly cleared.

She and Gu Beikun had fallen from a cliff into the Nu River. Neither had struck any protruding rocks, but the force of the fall combined with the turbulent current had rendered Inanna unconscious the moment she hit the water.

Falling into water from such a height was no different from hitting concrete; severe injuries were inevitable.

She was fully aware that whether Gu Beikun lived or died was uncertain. She had never bested him physically, and his years of experience along the China-Myanmar border greatly improved his chances of survival.

As for herself, however, she was frail, had been injected with high-purity poison, and was under the influence of sedatives—survival in the Nu River was simply impossible.

Reflecting on this, Inanna surveyed her surroundings. She was on a riverbank deep within an unfamiliar canyon, flanked by towering cliffs. Without the midday sun, no light would penetrate here; spending the night meant risking freezing to death.

A chill ran through her. She reached for her clothes, relieved to find them mostly dry.

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