Yuanya's vision was spinning, probably due to anemia.
If she didn't treat the wound, she might faint from excessive blood loss, and then everything would be over!
Behind her, the sound of the motor was getting closer. She didn't have the energy to tend to her wound, she could only grip the control stick tightly and accelerate! Faster! Faster...
Yuanya's gunshot wound had stained a large part of her clothing with blood.
Xie Cong, behind her, could see it clearly as he looked up.
Suddenly, the yacht began to slow down, the distance between them began to increase, getting farther and farther away.
He watched the disappearing silhouette of the ship and took a deep breath.
"This is as much as I can help you."
Upon a hurried glance, Yuanya noticed the abnormality of Xie Cong's yacht too, her speed gradually slowing down as well.
Seeing it come to a halt, she understood that he and Mu Cai had intentionally let her go...
She felt both touched and guilty in her heart.