Duanmu Xiu followed the intuition that told him in his heart and kept looking for that familiar figure in the deep sea.
He was anxious, worried, scared, even hesitant.
He couldn't imagine if he couldn't find her or found a cold...
No, he couldn't even imagine that they had gone through so many hardships, and he didn't believe that God still wanted to separate them.
If this was God's will, he would go against it and he would never let her leave his side again.
There was no point in being impatient, he forced himself to be calm and composed.
He passed by a piece of coral, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and a familiar figure fell into his eyes.
Xiaoyue, I'm here to save you.
He swam over quickly, and when he saw her eyes closed and her face pale, he quickly bent down, sealed her mouth, and blew into her mouth.
Fortunately, her clothes got caught on the coral and she was not swept away by the waves.
He hugged her and surfaced anxiously.
When he surfaced, several ships were already approaching.
Wuhen was the first to discover them and quickly sent people down to pick them up on the ship.
Duanmu Xiu laid Xiahou Xiyue flat on the deck, untied the rope from her hands, and immediately helped her perform artificial respiration.
Everyone was watching nervously and praying that nothing would happen to her.
After all, she fell into the sea for so long.
"Xiaoyue, wake up, I don't allow you to sleep anymore. I order you to wake up now." Duanmu Xiu kept breathing into her mouth and pressing her heart.
But there was no response, no response at all.
Calmness and calmness have been replaced by manic anxiety.
"Xiaoyue, did you hear that? You are not allowed to sleep anymore. Wake up. Wake up." Duanmu Xiu's eyes were red, his heart was tightening, and he beat her harder and harder with his fists.
There was a thumping sound in his heart.
Wuhen squatted beside her and stretched out his hand to feel her breath. He was shocked in his heart. There was no movement, no movement at all, and his body was already cold. He raised his head and said with some difficulty: "Young Master, she has already died.
Already."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. This time Xiahou Xiyue died in front of him, and he had to go crazy again.
Duanmu Xiu, however, seemed not to have heard his words. He kept hitting her heart and lungs without stopping, and kept shouting her name in his mouth.
"Young Master." Wuhen looked at the man who seemed to be crazy with a sad expression, not knowing whether he should stop him or not.
Seeing Xiyue, who was still unresponsive after a round of rescue operations, everyone was disheartened.
She sank into the sea for too long and was probably suffocated for a long time. Everyone believed that she could not be saved.
Only Duanmu Xiu never gave up and persisted.
The sky that had just been clear suddenly became covered with dark clouds and it rained heavily.
Everyone stood on the deck, no one wanted to leave, waiting for a miracle together.
They believed that Xiahou Xiyue had died, but they were more willing to believe that Duanmu Xiu could create a miracle.
However, as time passed by, everyone's hearts continued to sink.
Suddenly, Xiahou Xiyue frowned, opened her mouth and choked out a mouthful of water.
"She's awake, the young lady is fine." I don't know who made the voice, and then there was a huge cheer.
"Honey, you're finally awake." When her eyes opened, her tense nerves relaxed instantly. Duanmu Xiu stretched out his arms and hugged her excitedly, tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his arms.
