Si Li did not enjoy this kind of languorous comfort that sapped one's will, she wanted to wake up, but her spirit was extremely weary and powerless, as if even the strength to open her eyelids had been carried away by the flowing water.
She thought tiredly.
Strange, so the world beyond the Bronze Gate of legend also has flowing waters and clear springs?
Splash, a faint sound disrupted the noise of the water hitting the spring stones.
Suddenly, Si Li felt a cold hand pressed against the back of her neck, gently lifting her, with submerged cheeks still trickled by the river water, slowly surfacing. She was embraced around the waist and wholly lifted up by someone.
The dripping hand still controlled the back of her neck; his body was extremely cold, like a block of ice.
Si Li was not afraid of the cold, but the chill incessantly invaded her marrow, making her uncontrollably shiver in his embrace.
How pathetic.
The person's steps paused, then continued.
