Sun Xiaoyuan heard the noise. With her tearful eyes, she saw Ye Wudao swimming towards the bamboo raft she was on. Overwhelmed with excitement, she scrambled to her feet, not even taking the time to wipe her tears, and immediately ran to the bow. She reached out her hands to haul Ye Wudao out of the seawater and onto the raft.
Once on the bamboo raft, Ye Wudao lay motionless, sprawled across the surface like a beached dead fish. He gasped for air in great heaves, occasionally coughing up water from his lungs. His face was deathly pale, utterly devoid of color.
Sun Xiaoyuan was completely at a loss. Seeing how weak Ye Wudao was, she had no idea what to do. She alternated between pressing her ear to Ye Wudao's chest to check his heartbeat and flipping his eyelids to examine his eyes. She even considered giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Her mind was in total chaos; she didn't even know what she was doing anymore.
