A figure appeared in time to support Shui Lingping. But her body was limp as if it had fallen apart, eventually collapsing powerlessly into Shi Xiaole's arms.
Her hair tips and the hem of her pink dress fell into the water, drifting back and forth. In the distance, the birds let out a few light cries, which, in the misty morning, seemed somewhat piercing.
Shi Xiaole had a premonition, his heart suddenly constricting. Without thinking, he immediately began drawing on the essence of life, frantically pouring it into the woman in his embrace. Although he knew it was futile, it was the only thing he could do.
Shui Lingping struggled to open her eyes but only managed halfway, her lips moved slightly, making an almost inaudible sound, "Shi Xiaole, thank you."
"Please don't say that, it's I who should thank you. You had no obligation to do anything for me, yet you defied your vow and left Tiantai Cliff. I know, your fate began to deteriorate from that moment, didn't it?"
