The more she struggled, the more pain she felt!
Her heart and lungs felt as if they were about to explode, and she thought despondently that perhaps it was better to just die.
Then she could go find her parents and brother and wouldn't have to face all this alone anymore, enduring such difficulty and pain.
However, just as the air in her lungs was running out and she closed her eyes to welcome death,
she was suddenly yanked up.
Splashes of water fell.
"Cough, cough..." Fresh air forced its way in, choking her and making her cough as if she were dying.
Wet hair clung to her face, and cold droplets trickled down her cheeks. She knew without looking how disheveled she must appear.
However, before she could recover, his large palm fiercely pinched her cheek, brushed the wet hair from her face, and his gentle fingertips harshly rubbed her skin as if he wanted to tear off a layer.
But, it was of no use.
There was no change on her face, not even a trace of makeup.