The cold lake water of deep autumn was shocking, rapidly depleting the little remaining strength of Yan Xiaye, who gradually sank toward the dark abyss.
She didn't know how long it had been. The surging undercurrents slipped through her fingers; the first thing she felt was the man's incredibly warm body temperature.
Yan Xiaye's heart stirred. She mustered her last bit of energy to open her eyes and saw Li Yuntang, who was battling the buoyancy of the water, his clothes floating around him. He looked at her with a calm, steady and powerful expression. Their fingers interlocked as he pulled her hand, drew her into his embrace, lowered his head, and kissed her, sharing his breath.
Numbness in her limbs ebbed away and she regained some sensation, but Yan Xiaye's first reaction was not an ecstatic thrill of being rescued; instead, she subconsciously tried to push away Li Yuntang, who had come to save her.
