The sunlight gently scattered, dissipating the chill on his body, and Zhang Ziwen, having regained some strength, climbed to his feet. Tang Ying still had a faint breath, thank goodness, she had just been knocked unconscious by the icy seawater, not a big issue. Zhang Ziwen sighed with relief in his heart. He vigorously rubbed his palms together, taking measures to rescue her, moderately massaging Tang Ying's frozen limbs, and slowly the warmth from his palms began to chase away the chill. Minutes later, Tang Ying let out a soft moan from her throat, her eyes fluttered, and slowly she opened them—she was awake...
"You're awake, do you feel better?" Zhang Ziwen was delighted. As long as she was awake, everything else would be manageable.
"Where is this?" Tang Ying asked hazily, still unclear about her surroundings, but the soft sand below and the absence of the bone-chilling seawater were relieving.
