"Okay!" Zhao Nuanyue complied. She filled the small porcelain bottle with plain water and sealed it again. After a careful inspection to make sure it looked unchanged, she slipped it into the innermost pocket of Wang Yuan's clothes.
Once this was done, Zhao Nuanyue finally let out a small sigh of relief and began pressing on Wang Yuan to expel the water from her stomach.
A moment later, Wang Yuan groggily woke up.
"Am I... Am I dead?" Wang Yuan asked weakly. "I'm dead, aren't I?"
Zhao Nuanyue shook her head and said with concern, "What nonsense are you talking about? We're not dead. I pulled you out. You need to snap out of it. I have to go get someone to help us drag the fishing boat to shore."
Hearing that she was alright, Wang Yuan wept with joy. It felt so good to be alive. She didn't want to die.
Only after facing death can a person truly understand what a beautiful thing it is to be alive.
