The cold sea water engulfed her, sobbing, was she going to die?
This vast ocean was about to swallow her whole, and her heart, usually fearless, soared to her throat.
She swam with all her might, swimming and swimming until her leg cramped.
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Before long, Carla, wearing her dress, disappeared from the surface, that small figure completely vanished.
Alexander Kingsley swam with all his strength, damn it.
Where was she, where was she?
That foolish Carla, wasn't she usually fearless of heaven and earth? How could she be afraid of mere seawater? She should be fine!
The cold moonlight shone on the sea surface.
The lifeboat had already set out, searching for the person who fell overboard.
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Carla was submerged by the sea.
In her mouth, apart from the salty taste of seawater, there was a faint tang of sweetness, blood, the taste of blood.
