With the order given, the boat began to head towards the heart of the river.
Here, the water was wide and the river roared; any lack of stability would capsize the boat.
The river's heart was the deepest part and where the undercurrents were most tumultuous.
Due to resistance and headwind, the boat couldn't pick up speed, but it was advancing little by little.
Spencer Childe stood at the bow, the strong wind lifting his white hair and clothes, his calm eyes gazing at the profound river.
He had seen Qiana's last moment.
He couldn't forget Qiana's final appearance.
Qiana couldn't swim; the moment she jumped into the river must have taken immense force, accompanied by utter despair.
The water was so cold, how could she dare to jump in…
Jasmine Yale's expression was very calm; she was pressed down by the bodyguards, leaning obliquely against the railing.
This position was actually quite comfortable, at least it eased some of the pain.
