The man in the light blue shirt's yacht was already not far from these waves, countless times closer than the direction Mo Nanjue was in. After the man dove in, he only swam a short distance before approaching the stormy waves!
Then, at the moment the wave crested, he swiftly swam sideways, reaching out with both hands, and firmly embraced the deep pink silhouette in his arms!
The delicate~body in his embrace felt like a block of ice soaked for a thousand years. Even though it had been tossed about in the sea for so long, the bandage on her left arm was still a patch of fresh blood.
Shocking red.
He brushed the hair from her face, revealing a pale cheek smaller than the size of his palm, her lips already devoid of color, the whole person utterly lifeless.
The man's gentle eyes overflowed with uncontrollable heartache, he lowered his head, touched her forehead, the icy sensation piercing straight to his heart, "Xiao Ran..."
