"Bei Yiyi!!" Wu Yao called out.
The sound of the waves was so loud that it instantly drowned out his voice.
Wu Yao's throat was hoarse from shouting, but he still kept calling her name. He had never felt as panicked as he did at this moment in his entire life.
This panic made every inch of his blood surge with extreme fear.
He didn't know what he was panicking about, all he knew was he didn't want Bei Yiyi to end up dead at the bottom of the sea—he wanted her to live, to live well!!
Wu Yao plunged into the sea, moving aimlessly like a headless fly, searching for her frail figure in the vast ocean.
Bei Yiyi, where are you?!
Bei Yiyi, you must hold on!
Bei Yiyi, as long as you stay alive, I promise you, I will never bother you again!
Perhaps it was Wu Yao's strong will, but he finally saw a hint of pink fabric floating on the surface of the water not far away. It was the dress she was wearing today!
