Lu Yizhou's chest rose marginally as he took his first breath. His silver eyes were blank and unfocused as if he could not remember who he was and what he was doing here. However, for Zeke, there was no sight more fascinating than seeing life returning to those eyes again. He was akin to a drowning man who had just been granted liberation. One second, he thought that he would surely die from the surge of chilling water down his throat and lungs, then in the next second, he found himself being dragged offshore, ravenously taking in huge gulps of air to make up for what he had lost.
The oxygen that entered his system finally did not feel as painful anymore. He could breathe. He could finally breathe again…
