Although Lu Weihua could swim, the water in the deep winter was bone-chilling, and the water-soaked cotton clothes were as heavy as stone. That feeling was really dreadful!
Lu Weihua choked on a few mouthfuls of water, adjusted his breathing, and finally managed to get his head above the surface.
Under normal circumstances, he should have been able to save himself, but this time he was out of luck. The water was so cold that it cramped his legs, and he had dived in headfirst, making him a bit dizzy, having no strength to swim to the shore.
Lu Weihua bobbed up and down in the water and began to cry for help.
"Help..."
On the road above, Meng Cheng'an was silently watching while holding onto a bicycle.
It was hard to say if the man was lucky or unlucky; he hadn't been hit by a car, losing an arm or a leg, but he had fallen into the river.
Either he dies, or he survives intact.
The place wasn't exactly remote, but since it was by the river, not many people usually passed by.
