096: Jiang Zhi: Zhou Xufang, is it you?

She carried a person on her back, emerging from the shimmering water, her eyes wet and red as blood.

The winter night was cold, and the rocks were chilling to the bone.

She placed him on a dry patch of grass, laying him flat, and knelt beside him.

"Jiang Zhi!"

"Jiang Zhi!"

No matter how she called, he wouldn't wake up.

She took off her mask, her eyes red, and kept pressing on his chest, constantly performing CPR.

"Jiang Zhi!"

"Wake up, Jiang Zhi!"

Zhou Xufang had never been so scared. If Jiang Zhi were gone, if Jiang Zhi were gone...

Her hands shook, her whole body trembled, and she didn't even have the strength to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When she bowed her head, tears fell, mixing with the seawater, running from her face to the corner of his mouth, both salty and bitter.

"Jiang Zhi."

Her voice choked in the wind, "Don't you die..."

Then—

Jiang Zhi spat out a mouthful of water onto her face.

"Cough, cough, cough… cough…"