Like scenes from a black-and-white film, flashes of her past life swept through Nan Fei's mind, and she could no longer handle the rush of the river. No matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain.
As though she were mad, she struggled at the bottom of the river, exerting all her effort, desperately searching. The unbearable pain of holding her breath in her chest, and her limbs had already lost sensation. But the river flowed too fast, and gradually she could no longer hold on and was being carried downstream.
Her vision blurred into a dazzling white haze. Just as she was on the brink of exhaustion and about to pass out, she vaguely saw Jiang Yang's white T-shirt amid the underwater plants.
Nan Fei fought furiously in the water, but her strength had been exhausted, and she could no longer push forward. Her body was like a floating weed, helplessly carried away by the current. The surge of hope that had suddenly risen shattered before her eyes.
