Lin Zhiyi clutched Xiao Jie's hand tightly as he sank.
His little face was already scared white.
"Don't be afraid, I've got you."
Lin Zhiyi comforted him while supporting his chin with her hand.
The child was only six or seven years old, but he wasn't light, especially with waterlogged clothes, making it hard even for an adult like her.
Luckily, she wasn't wearing much herself, and her arms were free to move.
It was cold, but she bit her teeth and managed to push through.
Lin Zhiyi finally managed to drag the child to the shore where his sister reached out, crying, to pull her in.
"Miss, give me your hand, quick!"
"Pull the child up first."
Lin Zhiyi could feel her strength fading and didn't know how much longer she could hold the child.
The sister kept saying thank you as she dragged the frozen child onto the bank.
Just as she reached out to pull Lin Zhiyi in, a thick branch from upstream suddenly floated down and struck Lin Zhiyi on the shoulder.