Gu Jiaojiao faintly heard the panicked voices of some women: "Help! Someone fell in the water!"
"You handle the wheelchair yourself. I'm going to save them."
Su Shuochi tried to grab her, but Gu Jiaojiao had already dashed over and leaped into the pond with a single bound.
SPLASH! The sound sent countless droplets flying, and Su Shuochi, furious, slammed his fists against his own legs.
He had never hated his crippled legs so much, his inability to stand. He felt like he was about to break.
Even if she was an Immortal descended to the mortal realm, this body of Gu Jiaojiao's was not only flesh and blood, but also perpetually frail and sickly.
He knew she wouldn't die, but what he feared most was her ascending to the heavens. His legs weren't healed yet!
His heart clenched painfully, as if being sawed by a dull knife. Heedless of everything, he propelled his wheelchair forward at full speed.
"Jiaojiao, don't be a fool! You're not well, hurry and get out!"
