From a height of several dozen meters, she fell into the sea, swallowed by the waves before even the sound of the splash could reach her ears.
The temperature was below zero, and the waves here were fierce.
The spot where Lin Wanwan fell was surrounded by rocks.
Her chances of survival were zero.
Fu Qingtian gripped Fu Ziyi as he stood above, his gaze lingering on the spot she fell into for several seconds.
But it was only for a few seconds before he turned around indifferently and left.
She was just a woman to warm his bed.
If she couldn't be entirely devoted to him, then she wasn't worth keeping.
Dead is dead.
No need to care.
Yet, despite his expressionless handsome face, his eyebrows were still imperceptibly furrowed.
Two days later
"Ah!"
Lin Wanwan suddenly woke up in cold sweat, sitting up from the bed.
With a "creak", the door was pushed open from outside, and Fu Yanshen entered.