The river that flowed through Xinghua Village was five or six meters wide but not particularly deep. The water only came up to a person's thighs, or their waist at its deepest point.
The river wasn't dangerous to an adult, except during the winter.
The moment Zhao Wenming went under, plunging headfirst into the water, a chill pierced him to the bone.
"Aah! Help me!" Zhao Wenming felt like he'd lost half his life in that instant. He thrashed and screamed, completely unable to get his feet under him as the current swept him downstream.
"Help me, help me..." Zhao Wenming was on the verge of a breakdown. He had already swallowed several mouthfuls of frigid water, and his prized glasses were gone. He struggled desperately, trying to stand upright.
Su Li stood on the bank, watching coldly as Zhao Wenming struggled in the water, her eyes filled with vindictive glee.
