She closed her eyes again.
After a while, she opened them again and tentatively called out, "Jia Shanliang?"
There was no response from the other person; she called out softly, but it still took all the energy she had managed to gather.
Because she was now covered in wounds and couldn't even stand, Fan's father had untied her and let her lie on the ground.
All around was water, and the water was soaked with salt. The pain from her wounds was intense, so Fan Rou wouldn't deliberately move around.
But now, she desperately wanted to know who this person was.
She slowly moved, little by little, closer to that person.
Every time she moved, her wounds would pull, leaving her without the strength to even shout.
After just five steps, she couldn't bear it anymore and stopped, unable to move.
At this moment, Jia Shanliang finally woke up.
Her head turned slightly, her eyes appeared through her hair. Seeing Fan Rou, she extended her finger, "You..."
