He ran forward as fast as he could, finally rushing onto the waves and pulling Jiang Xiaoling, who had been submerged by the spray, out of the sea.

Xu Yi gently lowered Jiang Xiaoling to the shore. She was soaked to the bone; it was only early spring, and the weather wasn't very warm. Combined with the seawater, almost all of Jiang Xiaoling's limbs were now numb.

Xu Yi pressed hard on her chest a few times, but she didn't react at all. He panicked, and only one thought lingered in his mind: he couldn't lose her.

Xu Yi pressed hard on her chest again, and after a few minutes she finally coughed up the seawater. Xu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, picked her up and rushed to the hospital.

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As the wedding party gradually dispersed, Fu Hange stood there, lost and dejected. Xu Haicang said to her, "Yanyan, everyone's gone, shall we go too?"

Fu Hange continued to daydream as if she hadn't heard anything.

Fu Chengyi, who had been standing behind her, put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her silently.

Needless to say, he knew that Fu Hange was upset because of Gu Yuan. Even though she said she didn't care, her reaction proved that she still loved him.

Perhaps he was selfish too. Knowing that Fu Hange didn't love him, he still allowed Xu Haicang to announce the engagement, causing Fu Hange so much pain. Gu Yuan's matter was enough to give her a headache, and now he had to add his to the mix.

Fu Chengyi asked softly, "Do you want to go back?"

Fu Hange gently shook her head.

He didn't say anything more, but said to Xu Haicang, "Mr. Xu, you should go back first. I'll take care of things here."

Xu Haicang glanced at Fu Chengyi with a hint of uncertainty: "Are you sure you're okay?"

Fu Cheng gave Xu Haicang an OK sign. Xu Haicang glanced at Fu Hange with concern, but ultimately left.

Fu Hange stood almost in the very center of the stage. A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the ends of her hair and letting it sway around her neck. She seemed oblivious to it, lost in thought.

She lifted her foot and walked out of the now deserted wedding venue, where a vast ocean stretched out at the end.

The seamless blend of sea and sky, which should have been the most beautiful scenery, was now nothing more than a castle in the air in her eyes.

She walked slowly along the coastline, her hands at her sides, her white dress billowing in the wind, the salty smell of the sea filling the air.

A sea breeze began to blow, and before we knew it, the weather had turned gloomy. Dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, a harbinger of rain.

Fu Hange didn't seem to want to go back now, and Fu Chengyi didn't try to persuade her, silently following behind her. Perhaps he had gotten used to following behind her, chasing after her shadow.

Fu Hange walked almost along the edge of the coastline, the seawater washing over her feet, sending a chill down her spine. Every now and then, waves would crash against her. Only the sound of the waves crashing seemed to bring Fu Hange a sense of calm.

She didn't know how long she had walked until the heavy rain brought her to her senses. She stopped and looked at the sky. Even the raindrops seemed to be working against her.

Fu Chengyi whispered from behind, "Shall we go back?"

Fu Hange didn't speak, so he added, "Getting too wet in the rain isn't good."

Fu Hange used almost all her remaining strength to slowly exhale, as if bidding farewell to the past, or perhaps also admonishing herself that she should give up.

She turned around and gave Fu Chengyi a sweet smile, saying, "Let's go."

No matter how well or how much she smiled, in Fu Cheng's eyes it was nothing more than a tool she was best at using to disguise her emotions.