Jian Yue had been tightly holding Jian Sichen's hand.
But after all, she was only five years old, and in the moment her body was thrown into the air, she could no longer hold onto Jian Sichen, and her small body was mercilessly thrown into the turbulent deep sea.
Her body struggled on the surface of the water a couple of times before floating up.
She was frightened, and her hands kept flapping on the surface of the water while seawater continuously poured into her mouth.
The heavy rain poured down.
The fierce wind moved rapidly towards her like a column, with lightning flashing and thunder thundering deafeningly as if right above her head.
The yacht they had just been on had been swept up by the typhoon, leaving only a few pieces of wreckage.
Jian Yue was extremely scared and struggled to see her surroundings clearly, but the storm was too heavy, and her eyes were full of water, making it impossible for her to open them.
Boundless fear overwhelmed her.