The river flooded the top of her head and surged in from all directions, burying Su Zhiyu in it. She stretched out her hands and tried to struggle, but when she opened her mouth, all the water poured in.
Su Zhiyu tried hard to struggle upwards, but was pushed down hard by a hand. For the first time, Su Zhiyu knew what it means to be helpless. When she was young, she fell into a river and was very afraid of water. Now she is even more afraid of water.
Panic. For a moment, Su Zhiyu felt that he was going to die today.
She lost at the hands of a little girl like this. She underestimated the enemy and was not afraid of conspiracies and tricks, but this girl was so audacious. She dared to push her into the water in broad daylight!
Water choked her throat and she couldn't breathe. After struggling for a long time, Su Zhiyu finally felt that her limbs were weak. Everything in the past flashed back one by one, and the light and shadow in front of her eyes changed. She suddenly saw the scene in the ruined temple that day. The flash of swords, the shadow of blood, and the blood.
It was raining and windy. Only that figure on the back silently guarded her. Now it seems that this is just her illusion...
The water plants were floating gently around her, and Su Zhiyu suddenly felt that her mood was extremely clear. The initial panic was no longer, and her body and heart were extremely peaceful. Then an inexplicable and huge sadness surged into her heart. She seemed to have been abandoned by fate.
This desolate time and space is now abandoned at the bottom of the empty river.
Su Zhiyu slowly closed her eyes. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her. The air rushed into her chest. Su Zhiyu felt uncomfortable and tight, as if a huge stone was pressing on her heart. She couldn't cough or swallow.
Going down, she vaguely felt someone squeezing her chest. The force was so strong that she spit out a mouthful of water, and her breath suddenly became much smoother.
Then she heard an anxious call, "Miss Su! Miss Su!" Su Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes and saw a face that was scarred from top to bottom. It looked unreal under the sunlight.
"Yin...Brother Yin..."
"Are you okay? How do you feel?"
"I..." Su Zhiyu coughed violently, and Yin Qianzhao helped her up and smoothed her back. After Su Zhiyu regained some strength, Yin Qianzhao picked her up sideways. Su Zhiyu felt that her whole body was weak and tight.
Holding Yin Qianzhao's front tightly, Shui Qingqiong was standing aside, her body slightly wet. At this moment, she was standing aside and watching Su Zhiyu with cold eyes. Her smile was weird and made people shudder.
Su Zhiyu gritted her teeth. Since she wanted her dead, she would never sit still and wait for death!
Pei Donglang saw Su Zhiyu fall into the river from a distance, and immediately rushed over without even a footstep, leaving behind all the guests. But when he arrived, he only saw the back of Yin Qianzhao hugging her and leaving. Just as he was about to catch up, Shui Qing
Qiong rushed forward, sadly
He cried, "Brother Lang, Sister Su... she... she just fell. I... I'm so scared... Brother Lang..." The voice was broken and silent. Pei Donglang had to stop.
I came down and comforted her.
After this commotion, Yin Qianzhao had already taken Su Zhiyu away.
Su Zhiyu fell into a coma for a long time before waking up. When he opened his eyes, he was already in Pei Donglang's room. He was sitting under the south window, holding a book and reading carefully, and the soothing incense was burning in the room.
"Your Highness." Su Zhiyu sat up, still feeling dizzy.
Pei Donglang stood up and walked over, leaned over and stretched out his hand to explore her forehead. The river flooded her head and surged in from all directions, burying Su Zhiyu in it. She stretched out her hands to struggle, but when she opened her mouth, all the water poured in.
.
Su Zhiyu tried hard to struggle upwards, but was pushed down hard by a hand. For the first time, Su Zhiyu knew what it means to be helpless. When she was young, she fell into a river and was very afraid of water. Now she is even more afraid of water.
Panic. For a moment, Su Zhiyu felt that he was going to die today.
She lost at the hands of a little girl like this. She underestimated the enemy and was not afraid of conspiracies and tricks, but this girl was so audacious. She dared to push her into the water in broad daylight!
Water choked her throat and she couldn't breathe. After struggling for a long time, Su Zhiyu finally felt that her limbs were weak. Everything in the past flashed back one by one, and the light and shadow in front of her eyes changed. She suddenly saw the scene in the ruined temple that day. The flash of swords, the shadow of blood, and the blood.
It was raining and windy. Only that figure on the back silently guarded her. Now it seems that this is just her illusion...
The water plants were floating gently around her, and Su Zhiyu suddenly felt that her mood was extremely clear. The initial panic was no longer, and her body and heart were extremely peaceful. Then an inexplicable and huge sadness surged into her heart. She seemed to have been abandoned by fate.
This desolate time and space is now abandoned at the bottom of the empty river.
Su Zhiyu slowly closed her eyes. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her. The air rushed into her chest. Su Zhiyu felt uncomfortable and tight, as if a huge stone was pressing on her heart. She couldn't cough or swallow.
Going down, she vaguely felt someone squeezing her chest. The force was so strong that she spit out a mouthful of water, and her breath suddenly became much smoother.
Then she heard an anxious call, "Miss Su! Miss Su!" Su Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes and saw a face that was scarred from top to bottom. It looked unreal under the sunlight.
"Yin...Brother Yin..."
"Are you okay? How do you feel?"
"I..." Su Zhiyu coughed violently, and Yin Qianzhao helped her up and smoothed her back. After Su Zhiyu regained some strength, Yin Qianzhao picked her up sideways. Su Zhiyu felt that her whole body was weak and tight.
Holding Yin Qianzhao's front tightly, Shui Qingqiong was standing aside, her body slightly wet. At this moment, she was standing aside and watching Su Zhiyu with cold eyes. Her smile was weird and made people shudder.
Su Zhiyu gritted her teeth. Since she wanted her dead, she would never sit still and wait for death!
Pei Donglang saw Su Zhiyu fall into the river from a distance, and immediately rushed over without even a footstep, leaving behind all the guests. But when he arrived, he only saw the back of Yin Qianzhao hugging her and leaving. Just as he was about to catch up, Shui Qing
Qiong rushed forward and cried sadly, "Brother Lang, Sister Su... she... she just fell. I... I'm so scared... Brother Lang..." The voice
There were intermittent silences. Pei Donglang had no choice but to stop and comfort her.
After this commotion, Yin Qianzhao had already taken Su Zhiyu away.
Su Zhiyu fell into a coma for a long time before waking up. When he opened his eyes, he was already in Pei Donglang's room. He was sitting under the south window, holding a book and reading carefully, and the soothing incense was burning in the room.
"Your Highness." Su Zhiyu sat up, still feeling dizzy.
Pei Donglang stood up and walked over, leaned over and stretched out his hand to touch her forehead.