Ling Xiangyun furrowed her brows tightly. Seeing Feng Qinglong with his back to her, reciting poetry with exuberant talent, she hesitated to interrupt him.
She was thinking about moving a little further from the lake, when suddenly a pair of hands forcefully pushed her towards the water.
Plop!
Ling Xiangyun lost her balance and fell into the lake. The icy water soaked through her clothes, and the once warm fox fur became a shackle speeding her towards doom, dragging her further into the depths.
The sensation of near-death she had experienced in her childhood came rushing back once again...
"Help! Help! Someone's fallen into the water, quick, save them!"
Because the two had sneaked out to meet in private, Ling Xiangyun hadn't brought her maid. It was a nearby vendor who saw and called out for help.
Feng Qinglong heard the cries and only then realized Ling Xiangyun was missing.
Stunned, he stood there dumbfounded, "Miss Xiangyun? Where are you?"
