For one hour, two hours, from deep night to daybreak, these two to three hours felt excruciatingly long for Ouyang Chenchen.
During this time, she dared not even blink, her gaze fixed on the still waters of Ruo Gully.
She was hoping to see Feng Bailing emerge, but time and again, she was disappointed.
Day was gradually breaking, and Ouyang Chenchen couldn't wait any longer. Stamping her foot, she prepared to jump into Ruo Gully, consequences be damned.
"If I remember correctly, you can't swim, can you?"
A hand pressed down on Ouyang Chenchen's shoulder.
"Don't hold me back, I need to save Bai Ling."
Ouyang Chenchen was now regretting her decision profoundly; she should not have let Bai Ling go down there alone.
Laughter burst from behind her. Ouyang Chenchen was startled and turned to see two people standing there—it was Feng Bailing and Zhang Dafa!
Zhang Dafa was injured, yet he appeared to be in good spirits.
