Xiao Lingchen rushed to the railing, only to catch a glimpse of the water splashing.
The veins on his forehead bulged as Xiao Lingchen stared at Feng Yi with a grim expression, his voice hoarse, "Why didn't you stop her."
Knowing somewhat of Xiao Lingchen's feelings for Ye Jiuliang, Feng Yi clutched the rope, coldly smiling, "Young Master Xiao, this matter seems to have nothing to do with you."
Not to mention that he couldn't have stopped what Ye Jiuliang was determined to do, even if he could, what did it have to do with him, Xiao Lingchen?
It was really laughable.
Their eyes met, full of animosity.
Xiao Lingchen was the first to look away, turning his gaze towards the unfathomable ocean.
"Li Mochan." Ye Jiuliang emerged from the water, shaking the droplets from her face as she searched urgently for that familiar silhouette.
The icy seawater lapped against her body, turning her lips white from the cold.
"Li Mochan..."
