Ye Wenjia swallowed several mouthfuls of salty water before someone pulled him out.
Cough, cough, cough... He clutched his chest, one hand pressing against the ground, his body half-sitting and half-lying. Water drenched him completely. His wet hair clung to his cheeks, and his blurry eyes struggled to focus.
He looked ahead.
The woman who had pushed him into the sea was still making calls.
People rushed over and wrapped him in thick towels, handing him a cup of hot water. She also accepted a towel and gently pulled it around her shoulders.
The woman was young, slender—and also soaking wet. Her white clothes clung to her curves. Damp hair stuck to her cheeks. Water framed her eyebrows, making her look mysteriously beautiful.
She looked both familiar and unfamiliar.
Ye Wenjia blinked, trying to clear the water from his eyelashes.
A crew member handed him tissues and another towel. He wiped his face, and her figure slowly came into focus.