The hope in Ouyang Yan's eyes disappeared, her struggles lessened slightly, and her whole body sank into the fountain pool. An Lan didn't think Huo Zhanting would let her die without trying to save her.
Sure enough, after Huo Zhanting stopped her, he took a swift step forward, grabbed Ouyang Yan by the collar, and pulled her out of the pool, then heartlessly tossed her onto the grass beside it.
Ouyang Yan propped herself up with both hands on the prickly lawn, panting heavily. Her face was pale, and as the cold wind blew, she shivered like a wet little dog in winter.
The formal dress she wore, soaked by water, clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful curves one hundred percent.
Her previously intricately curled black hair now stuck to her scalp, with water droplets sliding down from the tips, making her look extremely disheveled.
