Mr. Yan did not even have time to glance back or respond to her. He waved his arm and swam towards his precious son.
Mr. Yan had never felt more grateful for his exceptional physical strength and courage than at this moment. Or perhaps, everyone in such a life or death situation could, like him, tap into the full potential of their body and rapidly charge towards their child on the opposite stone wall.
The nearer he got, the tighter his heart clenched. His baby boy, originally a bit chubby, was now pressed against the stone wall, looking so weak and helpless...
Just as he was about to reach his son, he raised his hand to wipe his face harshly before extending his trembling hand towards his boy.
The first thing he felt was the icy cold arm hanging by his baby's side.
