The faces of the two rescue personnel grew exceedingly grim.
"Mo Qian, Mo Qian! Mo Qian…"
Ji Wei desperately stretched her arm out of the cabin door, futilely trying to grasp something.
Half of her head was already outside the cabin, the fierce wind cutting across her face like knives.
Oblivious to the pain, Ji Wei screamed with every ounce of strength she had, over and over again.
If Gu Moqian were dead, she wouldn't want to live either...
"Miss, please calm down. It's very dangerous for you to act like this…"
The rescue team member beside her frantically tried to pull her back into the cabin.
Ji Wei, like a madwoman, lunged outward, her tears cascading down like broken strings of pearls. "Mo Qian, don't leave me! Mo Qian, I beg you—don't die! Please don't die…"
Just as Ji Wei was sobbing so hard that she nearly fainted, suddenly, a figure faintly appeared from the thick fog.
