Yan Ye gave her a cold and handsome smile, as serene as the clear moon and gentle breeze.
Ignoring his sarcastic coldness, Lian Xinying was a bit angry, "You just stood by and did nothing to help!"
"How deep do you think the water is?" Yan Ye looked down upon her disdainfully, "It won't drown you!"
His voice was elegant and detached, carrying a sobering calm that could set one's mind at ease.
Holding onto the fountain column, after hearing his words, Lian Xinying tentatively let her feet sink to the bottom.
Only when her feet touched the bottom did her fluttering heart finally settle.
The water level was around her shoulders.
Although it couldn't drown her, there was still a very difficult issue at hand.
If Yan Ye didn't reach out to her, how was she supposed to climb up?
Soaked through, Lian Xinying's eyes shimmered with conflicting emotions as she looked at the man on the shore.
He was flawless, noble and aloof, like a deity.
