The street thugs hit without restraint, watching him sink with a smile, as if they were witnessing the most amusing thing.
Nan Wan had no time to think further, she ran to the riverbank, took off her coat, and jumped in.
The river in the deep winter night was deep and cold, a coldness that could consume one's blood.
When she found the unconscious Sheng Yichen, it was after she came up for air three times.
The girl knelt on the shore, her hair messy and sticking to her face, tears had long blurred her eyes, and she used all her strength to pull an unresponsive big boy out of the water.
She knew the basic first-aid methods, but both her reason and spirit were not present. Looking at the pale and weakly breathing Sheng Yichen, all that was left in her mind was panic and fear.
Only by biting hard on her own hand could she regain a bit of sanity.
Clearing the objects from the mouth, artificial respiration, draining the water...
