Her clothes were drenched by the sea water, clinging tightly to her body.
The once robust figure appeared somewhat feeble, one hand clutching his chest, the other propped against a huge rock, gasping for breath with his head hung low…
Qin Youxuan couldn't recognize the place in the photo; all that remained in her mind was one piece of information.
He was truly injured…
And there was no one around him. Where did Yao go?
She felt as if someone was brutally strangling her, struck by a calamitous disaster all of a sudden, Qin Youxuan fell onto the ground, pressing tightly against her chest.
"Buzz--"
Her phone rang again; this time, it was a phone call.
Qin Youxuan struggled to bring the phone to her ear and answered, "Who are you exactly? Where did that photo come from?"
"If you're so curious about my identity, follow my instructions and you just might see your beloved man."
"Absolutely not!"
