It was already broad daylight when Ye Chen and I were thrown into the lake by these heartless and indifferent mortals.
Perhaps because he was heavier than me, he quickly disappeared from my sight and vanished without a trace.
But that's not my main concern.
The point is that nothing is more painful than suffocating and dying.
It's not that I'm afraid of death.
My mind was filled with thoughts of how Zhou Yu was doing now.
I keep feeling like I can faintly hear him calling my name helplessly.
I was bound to a huge rock, which dragged me and my body, which were imprisoned in a pig cage, down to the bottom of the lake where the light was getting dimmer and dimmer.
But Zhou Lang's voice calling me seemed to exist in another world, making me feel unreachable, uneasy, and at a loss.
But it is precisely at times like these that we must not panic or act rashly.
Ye Chen said that the poison I was given this time was specifically designed to suppress the blood in my body.
But the only herb in the world that can control me is the osmanthus.
The nemesis of Michelia champaca is the lingering flower.
The lake shore was covered with wandering flowers. Using my fingers, which were tied behind my back and protruding from the holes of the pig cage, I used all my strength to secretly hook a petal from the flower bushes along the riverbank and hold it in my hand.
Now, the only option is to release the petals in the water and use the buoyancy of the sinking petals to tilt your head back and eat them, thereby detoxifying your body and restoring your strength.
Once I regain my strength, what do these mere pig cages and the ropes tied to my hands matter?
But this is undoubtedly a high-stakes gamble.
If you're lucky, you might escape death; if you're unlucky, you can only watch helplessly as death approaches.
I closed my eyes and silently recited Zhou Lang's name, my mind filled with images of his burning gaze fixed on me.
I slowly released my hand, leaving my fate to chance...
Despite the excruciating pain, I managed to twist my body, aided by the reversed water flow.
Sure enough, I saw the petal swirling around my waist.
While the body was still sinking.
When the flowers finally floated on my chest.
I opened my mouth abruptly, but lake water and flower petals rushed into my throat at the same time.
However, he choked on the water and almost couldn't catch his breath.
Fortunately, he managed to close his mouth, shut his eyes, and hold his breath in time, preventing more lake water from entering his body.
But thank goodness I didn't fail here.
The antidote has been taken; all that's left is to wait for it to take effect.
At this rate, I can only hold my breath for about three hours at most. If I haven't been able to detoxify and recover my strength during this time, then I'm doomed.
Even if everything is fate, the pain is unbearable.
But whenever I think of Zhou Yu, I have a reason and the willpower to persevere.
I don't know how much time passed.
My body has already sunk to the very bottom of the lake.
It was completely impossible to see any light outside.
But the excruciating pain of holding my breath constantly reminded me that time was running out.
I stared at the darkness above me with resentment.
His mind began to become hazy and confused, as if he were about to depart for the Western Paradise.
I guess I won't make it through...
I began to wait for death in utter despair.
Suddenly, a beam of light shone down from above, and a familiar figure came into view.
I must have been hallucinating, because I saw Zhou Lang swimming towards me against the light.
I wanted to reach out and pounce on him, but the ropes binding my back prevented me from making any movement.
He was like a painting, like the clouds in the sky, with the blazing sun shining down on me with golden light.
I squinted at him, a faint smile playing on my lips.
But suddenly, he transformed before my eyes into a wild beast, trapped in the mud, struggling to survive and unable to escape.
With a pained expression, it disappeared before my eyes as if it were grabbed by a large hand.
I suddenly opened my eyes, my mind jolted awake.
It turns out that it really was just my imagination.
My hands and body have regained their full strength.
I have freed myself from the ropes binding my hands.
The ropes binding him were untied.
As I looked up and swam upstream, I was astonished to find that Zhou Lang was truly standing in front of me.
His lowered eyes and closed gaze gave him a peaceful and serene appearance, while his body slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.
"Zhou Lang!" I called his name silently in the lake, but my mouth was filled with water again and my chest was filled with lake water.
But I had no time to think about anything else, so I swam in the direction he had sunk.
Finally, he grasped his stiff, bent hand.
"puff!"
It took me a lot of effort to pull him out of the water.
Finally able to speak, I kept calling out, "Zhou Lang!"
They dragged him towards the lake shore.
When we reached the shore, as I pulled him up, I noticed that the rope holding the wooden flower with the image of me and Zhou Yu on it, which I had been wearing around his neck, had suddenly snapped.
Before I could reach out and grab it, the wood flower drifted away with the current...
But I couldn't care less about anything else, and I had no idea how I finally managed to drag Zhou Lang to the lakeshore.
"Zhou Lang! Spit it out quickly!" I kept pressing on his chest, hoping he would vomit the dirty water in his chest cavity as soon as possible.
His face was extremely pale, and he quietly lowered his eyes and closed them as if he were asleep, without any reaction.
When I reached out to check his nostrils, I found he had stopped breathing.
I was even more incredulous, and with a helpless sob in my voice, I touched his pulse with trembling hands. It was a sign that his bones and muscles were broken and his spiritual energy had been completely dissipated.
I collapsed onto him, my body limp and powerless.
I can't imagine what kind of willpower he used to endure the pain of broken bones to come to the lakeside and find me at the bottom of the lake.
A lump formed in my throat, tears blurred my vision, and each breath felt like countless icy blades scraping against my throat and chest.
In a panic, she cradled his head in her hands, sobbing, "Zhou Lang! You're such a fool! A fool! A fool!"
"There must be another way, there must be another way! You are a god, how could your spiritual energy just dissipate like this! I can help you recall your original soul!"
"I'll take you home..."
I made up all sorts of reasons why Zhou Lang would be alright, and carried him home on my back.
The path led me to the villagers who met Zhou Lang.
Some hid in the shadows, whispering amongst themselves out of fear, but I paid no attention.
Some of the bolder ones tried to block my way.
But my sinister and terrifying aura frightened them back.
I carried Zhou Lang all the way back to the courtyard.
I suddenly remembered the flower that was attached to Wen Heng's consciousness.
He was taken out, but it was already dull and lifeless, with drooping leaves: "Wen Heng, are you still there?"
I called out repeatedly, unwilling to give up.
But he never responded to me again.
I knelt beside his bed, holding the flower, and took Zhou Lang's hand. Looking at his harmless and calm face, I said indifferently, "Zhou Lang, don't be afraid, you will return soon!"
I carefully wiped his body and changed his clothes.
He murmured softly, "On the night of the full moon, I will bring you back!"
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