"Aunt Rong, don't talk, and don't move!"
"I'll pull you ashore!"
He Yanrong obediently followed Li Zhiyan's instructions, but her fear made her unable to speak or control her body.
Li Zhiyan grabbed He Yanrong and swam toward the shore.
Although it was a small river, the suburban rivers of Shanghai are mostly open waterways that lead to the sea in some places, and the current is relatively swift.
Thankfully, Li Zhiyan had spent a lot of time swimming in the countryside with friends during his childhood, so he hadn't lost touch with those skills.
After swimming for a while, Li Zhiyan finally found a suitable spot and helped He Yanrong ashore.
Once he laid Aunt Rong down on the grass, Li Zhiyan let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Aunt Rong, you're safe now..."
But when he turned to look at her, he found He Yanrong stiff and unmoving, even her gaze seemed dazed, as though she'd lost her soul.
