The dazzling sword in his long hands and those silver locks floating with his snow white keen face, resting blissfully beneath water, Xiao Liu can't tell if she's dreaming or if she's finally lost her mind and is hallucinating. The possibility of her vision being false did not deter her, and she reached desperately for his hand. The moment her hands wrapped around his wrist and she felt his skin in contact with her, her eyes widened and her heart stopped, and she yanked him with all her might and broke the surface with a gasp.
She gasped as she dragged him to the riverbank.
"Dong Hai, Dong Hai!" She shook him in fear, pressing her ears to his heart, which was still pounding, and checking his pulse. Dong Hai was born underwater, therefore he can't be injured there, yet why is he unconscious?
"Dong Hai, Dong Hai, wake up," she wept quietly as she stroked his pale face. How did he come here in such a state? She gazed about, attempting to relax.
