The cold lake water wet all his clothes, and his small body was struggling in the lake.
She could swim, but she was so unlucky that her feet got entangled in water plants.
Wanwan struggled desperately in the water, while Nanfeng Lixue just watched coldly from the shore.
He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes were full of violence.
"Help...help..."
Lake water was poured into his mouth, his little face turned red from being choked, and his tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Before losing consciousness, Wanwan saw Nanfeng Lixue leap onto the lake and fished her up.
Darkness, endless darkness, headache, hand pain, foot pain, the whole body is sore and painful.
Beside the Lotus Lake, a woman in white stands facing the wind. She has waterfall-like hair and an hauntingly beautiful face.
There is a bright red cinnabar mole between the woman's eyebrows. This cinnabar mole makes her beautiful face even more charming.
Standing next to the woman was a man wearing a crescent-colored robe. The man was also stunningly tall, with painted brows, a moon-like face, and billowing sleeves, making him look like a god descending from the sky.
The black and soft green hair was a little messy by the wind, the stunning face had a touch of sadness, and the watery eyes had an incomprehensible look of grief.
He turned around and stared deeply at the woman in white next to him, his glossy lips slightly opened, and his voice was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, gentle and sweet, "Lian'er, I'm sorry, please forgive my selfishness."
The woman in white also turned around and stared at him deeply.
"Yue Cang, do you really want to send me to Feng Yu Country?"
"sorry..."
A sad smile appeared on the lips of the woman in white, her beautiful face was full of sorrow, and her watery eyes were filled with tears, "Okay, I will go to Feng Yu Country obediently, Yue Cang, if this is you
Hopefully, I will help you complete it."
The man's eyes were full of pain. He closed his eyes gently, turned his head away, and never looked at the woman again.
"Lian'er, I'm sorry..."
Her curved and pale little face was full of pain, her beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted together, a pair of small hands pulled hard on the brocade quilt, and her pink and tender lips kept turning up and down.