One Moment, Her Heart Trembled; The Next, It Turned as Cold as Ash

Lu Yancheng could discern the determination in her eyes and feel the strength emanating from her waist and abdomen—her strength, indeed. He raised a quirked lip and spoke in a composed tone once more, "Yao Yao, are you suggesting we become a pair of live mandarin ducks? Since that's the case, there's no reason for a suicide mission. For you, I'm willing to take this gamble! To stand against these turbulent waves!"

Fortunately, both of them were excellent swimmers. As they reached the damaged section of the safety rope, Lu Yancheng gripped it with one hand to prevent it from snapping while using his other hand to push her towards the rescue team.

Wen Yao was successfully rescued, but the first thing she did after steadying herself was to grab his arm.

"Are you so afraid of me dying?" Lu Yancheng looked at her eager expression and chuckled once again. Amidst the pitch-black surroundings, he shone so brightly.

Wen Yao bit her lip but didn't respond.