From the beginning to the end, Wen Xiaorou hugged Yang Mu Sheng and huddled silently in the corner of the lifeboat, expressionlessly looking at the sea that was constantly shaking in the night wind...
For a long, long time, she maintained the same posture, staring motionlessly at a certain point on the sparkling sea.
That's where Yang Mufan dived into the sea.
She just stared and stared and stared until the end. Tears rolled out of her eyes when she saw it.
From the initial silent choking, to the final burst of tears.
Wen Xiaorou has always been good at hiding her emotions, but this time, she couldn't hold it back. She cried loudly and looked at the sea: "Yang Mufan, you said you don't like her and you are willing to die with her, and you also said
dislike……
Both Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian were shocked by Wen Xiaorou's loss of control.
They all frowned and looked at the woman who was crying in grief. Their brows were full of worry...
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An uninhabited island standing on the vast and boundless sea.
The moment Yang Mufan carried Mu Wanqing to the surface of the water with the turbulent waves, Mu Wanqing had already fallen into a coma.
He swam towards the beach with great difficulty, and finally managed to hold her ashore. However, a huge wave suddenly hit him. He was seriously overstretched and stumbled, and he and the woman in his arms fell heavily on the beach.
On the ground, water splashed several meters high and splashed everywhere.
Yang Mufan knelt in the seawater, panting heavily while patting Mu Wanqing's pale and colorless face, and shouted urgently: "Mu Wanqing, wake up, Mu Wanqing..."
After shouting for a while, Mu Wanqing didn't get any response. Yang Mufan simply carried her to the beach and laid her flat on her back, then folded his hands and pressed her chest and squeezed hard...
After doing artificial respiration for an unknown amount of time, Mu Wanqing spit out a mouthful of water.
Breathing fresh air again, she coughed violently.
After struggling to open her heavy eyelids, Mu Wanqing saw: In the dark night, there was only a vague outline of Yang Mufan, looking down; her short hair, wet by the sea water, hung messily, dripping with water.
The moment she regained consciousness, Mu Wanqing suddenly remembered what terrible scene she had experienced not long ago.
When Yang Mufan leaned over to help her sit up, Mu Wanqing suddenly lost control of her emotions. She quickly and tightly hugged Yang Mufan's neck with her hands, and then sobbed and choked: "Yang Mufan, I thought I was dead.
So scared, really scared. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that there will be no you and An An in heaven. I am afraid that I will never see you again, and I am afraid that I will never see An An again..."
Yang Mufan just maintained the same posture, kneeling motionless on the wet beach, letting Mu Wanqing hold him, and then listened to her inarticulate murmurs.
Originally, the white shirt that had been ironed without any wrinkles or stains was now wrinkled and dirty, and it was completely unrecognizable from its previous appearance.
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This catastrophe seemed to have exhausted all the strength in Mu Wanqing's body.
When she followed Yang Mufan to find a temporary shelter, her legs became weak and she was unsteady. She fell to the ground for the third time. When she struggled to stand up, a pair of sea-soaked pairs suddenly appeared in her sight.
Chapter completed!