Meng Sijue had never let go, desperately pulling at her, trying to lift her up, but he couldn't move her; her shackles were too heavy and dragged them both down.
Meng Sijue dived down to unlock her shackles, in fact, the key to the shackles was always on his hand.
However, he had been shot and wasn't wearing an oxygen mask, and the earlier struggle had already drained much of his strength, so diving down now actually required a great deal of effort.
But he still sank down, driven by sheer tenacity.
Now, there was only one conviction in his heart, and that was to save her.
But the seawater persisted in seeping into his wound; the pain made his hands tremble, rendering him unable to exert any force. He persisted, he strove, but in the pitch-black ocean depths, he couldn't find the keyhole at all.
Moreover, he was about to suffocate; he was at his limit, his limit...
