Mu Wanqing, who had originally walked to the door of the room, stretched out her hand to turn the door lock. Unexpectedly, after a loud noise, the ship's hull jolted violently, and then tilted rapidly. Before she could realize what happened, I was rushed into the room by an urgent stream of water with a "crash" sound...
As a conditioned reflex, Mu Wanqing immediately grabbed the edge of a cabinet fixed in the room and used all her strength to prevent herself from being washed away by the sea water.
The boat sank very quickly.
But in the blink of an eye, the tilted room was completely submerged by the sea water.
The moment Mu Wanqing was covered by the sea water, she instinctively resisted and struggled.
"Gulu~Gulu~"
The cold sea water covered her mouth and nose, burning, stinging, and suffocating.
Eight years ago, she was brutally thrown into the sea and silenced by Shen Mengxin, and the horror she felt was like a huge wave, boundless and fierce, hitting her.
At that moment, Mu Wanqing was extremely panicked and frightened.
The fear of death wrapped around her tightly and enveloped her densely.
She danced her limbs desperately, trying to swim towards the door of the room. However, her ankle was stuck by the table and chair washed by the sea at some point, and she could not get out at all.
I don't know how long she struggled, but Mu Wanqing gradually felt that her whole body was weak, her brain was confused, and her consciousness was blurred.
She felt that she was just following the cruise ship, falling into the depths of the sea bit by bit, and getting closer to death bit by bit.
At that moment, Mu Wanqing felt that she was dead.
Once upon a time, she couldn't remember who she had heard say: before death, she would see the people and things she was most attached to and longed for in this life.
Therefore, she was unconscious, and in her confusion, the faces of Yang Mufan and Yang Muan kept changing over and over in her mind; she seemed to see that in the lonely and quiet night, she followed Yang Mufan's face with some restraint. Behind her, she timidly and shyly peeked at the tall figure walking slowly and straight in front of her; she also saw Yang Muan smiling cutely at her while eating fish soup, and then kept saying "Mom" in his mouth ", Mom"; the last scene she saw was that under the golden sunset, she and Yang Mufan were holding Yang Muan's hand, walking leisurely along the bank of the Niluo River, and Yang Muan's childish voice, filled with happiness, was in her ears. Keep echoing.
He said: "He said, uncle, I am so happy to have a little pony baby protected by my father. Uncle, my mother said, it's not that you don't want us, but you have very important things to do. When the things are done, you will come back." Pick us up.”
Admiring Mufan's magnetic mute male voice slowly sounded out as he approached: "An'an, why are you still called uncle? You should be called daddy..."
The next second, Yang Mu'an hesitated and tentatively shouted: "Dad...Dad..."
Is she going to die before Yang Mufan comes back to pick her up and An An?!
No, no...
When Mu Wanqing woke up with a start, she started struggling again.
But my ankle was stuck in the table and chair and I couldn't get out.
Just when she was desperate and wanted to give up for the second time, she suddenly saw an unknown object swimming quickly towards her above the sea with a dim blue light.
With just one glance, Mu Wanqing immediately confirmed his identity.
Admiration, admiration, all...
At that moment, Mu Wanqing felt as if time had frozen: when Yang Mufan waved his limbs and swam toward her with all his strength, the scene was so beautiful and moving.
The moment Yang Mufan caught up with her and stretched out her hand, Mu Wanqing did not hesitate to extend her hand...