It was like a stranded fish, its mouth ceaselessly opening and closing.
But she dared not relax, continuing to climb upwards.
The sea water would still rise, so she needed to climb higher.
As she reached up twice, her grasp failed because it was too slippery and also because she truly had no energy left. All at once, without a secure grip, her body was swept away by the sea, giving her no chance to react.
She opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as she did, seawater flooded in, stifling all her cries.
In fear, she flailed desperately, but only managed to glimpse a gloomy patch of sky before completely sinking into the sea...
When Rong Shaoze swam to the base of the pillar, Lin Xinlan was nowhere to be seen.
Had she been washed away?!
His body jolted, and immediately he squinted searching all around, just in time to see her being swept away.
Without a second thought, he spread out his arms and legs, swimming vigorously towards her. When he grabbed her in his hands, he felt his heart return to his chest.
In that instant, a thought flashed through his mind.
For the rest of his life, he would never let go of her hand again...
Holding her, they surfaced, and he waved to the approaching yacht, which quickly reached them.
Rong Shaoze had them pull Lin Xinlan up first, then he climbed onto the yacht.
"Cough, cough..." Lying on the yacht, Lin Xinlan coughed violently, expelling a lot of seawater.
Her frail body, convulsing, curled up into a ball, like a shrimp rounded into itself, looking terribly frightening.
"Make way!" As soon as Rong Shaoze came aboard, he pushed aside two subordinates, hastily holding her waist and abdomen, positioning her face down over his legs, pressing hard on her back with both hands to squeeze the water from her lungs.
Lin Xinlan vomited a lot of seawater, and only after she could vomit no more did her breathing start to smooth out.
Rong Shaoze turned her over, and seeing her pale face, his chest tightened with pain.
He gently patted her cheek, and Lin Xinlan slowly opened her eyes, showing awareness, her gaze gradually focusing.
The first thing she saw was Rong Shaoze’s face.
The man’s expression was cold and tense, his thin lips nearly pressed into a line.
Seeing that she was awake, his eyes darkened, and suddenly he seized the back of her head and kissed her lips forcefully. A surge of post-disaster elation made his body tremble slightly.
He held her tightly, kissing her fiercely, as if she were the life-saving straw that he had seized and now refused to let go of.
Once again, Lin Xinlan couldn’t breathe; her face turned red as she nearly suffocated to death, until the man finally released her.
"Slap—" At the same instant, Lin Xinlan gathered all her strength and fiercely slapped his face.
The loud slap was more startling than thunder, frightening everyone else on the yacht.
Rong Shaoze slowly turned his head, his face devoid of any expression, his dark eyes unusually profound. Lin Xinlan looked into his eyes, her eyelashes quivered, and she promptly fainted.
The man was startled, holding her as he bellowed, "Have you all gone mad?! Hurry up and go back!"
Fortunately, Tao Hua was on the cruiser, and luckily wherever Tao Hua went, his medical kit would be brought along as well.
After getting on the cruiser, he gave Lin Xinlan a simple first aid treatment, which was sufficient to ensure her safety...
Lin Xinlan was in a coma.
In her sleep, she felt alternately cold and hot, groggy and lethargic, as if her body was too weary to fully awaken.
She heard someone calling her name close to her ear.