The split-open wound was soaked in the seawater; the feeling was simply too sour.
They encountered a storm.
How big must the storm be to bash the boat up like this? Water even seeped in. As a prisoner, no one would have noticed his existence.
The water quickly rose to his neck.
"Is there anyone outside?" Ye Tingyun tried really hard to tip-toe. However, the seawater was merciless and kept flowing in, soon reaching his neck. Ye Tingyun shut his eyes and started struggling aggressively. Although he knew that struggling was useless, drowning to death was definitely not going to be his ending.
Suddenly, he heard a splashing sound. Ye Chu was relatively shorter, and the seawater had already risen above her head. Hence, she kicked the door open and swam over. The dim light in the prison shone against her jade-like face.
"Hey, fated one. You are in such a sorry state."