Even from afar, a pungent smell of blood entered their noses.
After an unknown period of time, the surface of the sea finally calmed down. The heavy rain had stopped, and there was only a drizzle.
A small boat appeared on the surface of the sea. He rowed the oar and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Little Ou, Little Ou—"
An Xiaoou was in a daze. She hadn't blinked in a long time.
She thought she heard something in her head. She was in a daze.
"Little Ou, Little Ou—"
An Xiaoou felt as if her heart had been hit by a heavy blow.
She instantly regained all her clarity. Her throat hurt. She wanted to say that she was here, but she couldn't say a word. She began to wave her hands with all her might and swim towards her family.
An Cheng was about to go crazy. He had only saved the reckless An Lie. An Xiaoou was gone.
He did not dare to close his eyes. He kept wiping the rain off his face and rowed the oar, roaring loudly.
