Zhang Xiaomeng drifted with the current, unconscious.
Meanwhile, Sun Qian held onto him tightly, not letting go even though she was passed out.
The two were eventually washed into an underground cave.
The temperature here was very low, perhaps it was the bone-chilling cold that woke Sun Qian.
Sun Qian's head hurt a little, and she looked around weakly.
"Zhang Xiaomeng?" Sun Qian shouted.
Her voice echoed in the cave.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure not far away.
It was Zhang Xiaomeng, and only then did Sun Qian breathe a sigh of relief.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, are you okay?" But there was no response.
Sun Qian forced herself to stand up.
She was a bit numb from the cold water, so she was walking unsteadily.
Sun Qian helped Zhang Xiaomeng up.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng's face was pale, devoid of any color, and his body was extremely cold, but fortunately, he was still breathing.
