She loosened her grip slightly, though her hold remained firm—afraid he would disappear if she let go completely.
Suddenly, Xiang Long Wei looked ahead, his expression darkening. "There's a current up ahead. The river's sloping downward—if we get separated now, we may never find each other again. Hold on tight."
Just as she was about to tighten her grip again, Mei Liang noticed the blood streaming from his arm. She remembered—he'd been slashed there. And stabbed in the back too.
Then she felt a sharp sting at the side of her waist, followed by a searing ache in her arm.
She hadn't even realized… The fear of drowning had numbed her to everything else. Her face paled. How long can they survive like this?
Hearing Mei Liang remain unresponsive, Xiang Long Wei looked down and saw her pale face. She's injured… It struck him suddenly.
"Hold me tighter. Let's try to get out of the water before we reach the river's current," Xiang Long Wei said urgently.
