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"Help, help me …"

Qimu dove head first into the water and swam a few meters forward in one breath. When she passed by the boy who was drowning with Yangyang, she vaguely heard shouts for help one after another. Qimu turned her face to the side and glanced at the man who was desperately flopping in the water.

Then, Qimu looked at Yangyang in the river again. The river flowed past his waist, and Yangyang seemed to be frightened. He did not struggle, but just sat there quietly.

In just a split-second, Qimu bit her lips and made up her mind. It was nothing, more important than her brother. Ignoring the icy coldness of the river, Qimu dived into the water and dashed towards Yangyang.

It was just in time. When the boat was completely submerged and Yangyang was about to lose his' protection ', Qimu swam behind Yangyang and hugged him tightly.

Qimu stretched out a hand and grabbed Yangyang's chin, making Yangyang turn his back so that the river wouldn't choke him. As a result, Yangyang's weight was all on Qimu's thin body.

The flow of the river was not very fast, but if one was in the middle of the river, it was a different story.

"Yangyang, Yangyang, I am your sister, I am your sister. Don't be afraid, don't move, your sister will take you back …"

Qimu looked around at the endless river. She suppressed the anxiety and unease in her heart and tried to communicate with Yangyang. She repeated the same words again and again.

If Yangyang still didn't cooperate and didn't relax, she really wouldn't have the strength to maintain her current situation. The worst possible outcome would be for both of them to drown in the water.

After a few breaths, Yangyang seemed to have finally heard Qimu's voice. He turned around and glanced at Qimu with his big eyes filled with tears, and Yangyang slowly stopped struggling. Even though Qimu was hugging him, he suddenly burst into tears.

Seeing this, Qimu relaxed slightly and stopped comforting Yangyang. She took a deep breath and gathered her strength as she swam towards the shore with Yangyang.

A moment later.

"Big sister, big sister …"

Qiao, who was on the shore, saw Qimu save Yangyang, so she quickly let go of Yiran and quickly walked down the river. The river water had wet the hem of her dress.

Qimu sat paralyzed on the riverbank. Water dripped from her hair and dripped onto the surface of the river, causing layer after layer of ripples to appear. She panted heavily, her entire body was drenched, and her coarse clothes stuck to her undeveloped body made her appear even thinner.

Qimu pursed her pale lips and looked at Yangyang, who was bawling on Qiao's body, with her trembling body. Qimu pursed her pale lips and looked at Yangyang, who was bawling on Qiao's body, and her trembling body.

Yangyang, luckily you are fine. This is the best thing that can happen.

After pausing for a moment, Qimu turned around and walked back into the icy river, ignoring her stiffened body.

There was one more child, not yet saved.

"..."

In the river.

"Let go, let go …"

Qimu tried her best to pry open the arm that the boy was tugging at with all her might, but she could not pull it away. After all, the boy was not much younger than her.

When that boy touched Qimu, he was like an octopus, his whole body reflexively sticking tightly to Qimu's body. Qimu, who was entangled, was unable to move freely, and she was forced to take one sip after another of the brackish river. While she was dizzy, Qimu's hands and feet gradually became weak, and together with the boy, they slowly sank into the water.

"Ah!

Qimu screamed as a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. She looked at the boy who was standing above her and thought that he had stepped on her. Qimu then used that pain to float to the surface of the water again.

A hint of a smile even appeared on Qimu's lips. She felt an incomparable despair from the bottom of her heart. She was like a cold ashes that were being crushed bit by bit. How could human nature be so cold and heartless? She clearly came to save him!

Qimu closed her eyes. She was already a little tired, and had no strength left to begin with. This time, she didn't want to force herself …

"Mu, you're awake?"

"Mu, where did you go?"

"My daughter is good!"

"Big sister, I want to eat candied fruits."

"Mu, eat more."

"..."

It was his mother, it was Yangyang, it was his father. She still had a younger sister. She, Ye Qimu, was not alone!

They were still waiting for her to come home.

She couldn't be here. She had to go back.

She had to go back. There were many things she had yet to do, many things she wanted to do. She wanted to reincarnate for nothing. If she did not live an exciting life, she could live up to the love of the heavens this time!

When Qimu opened her eyes, her pitch-black pupils were filled with utmost resolution. Qimu's will to survive for the first time was so strong. It was far stronger than the time when she knew that the plane she was on was about to crash.

Perhaps, in this life, there was a connection between the heart and will that allowed him to live a life that defied the heavens!

All her potential had been triggered. Qimu gritted her teeth as she recalled the drowning method that her teacher had taught her when she was learning to swim.

Qimu pursed her lips and decisively untied her belt. She took off her outer robe which was incredibly heavy from being soaked in water, leaving only a pink undergarment and a white underpants. Afterwards, she held her body together and slowly floated to the surface of the water, borrowing the original buoyancy of the water.

After breathing in the fresh air for the first time, Qimu opened her eyes slightly. The blue sky was surprisingly beautiful, and even the white clouds looked more adorable than usual.

She was dead!

Qimu tilted her head back and took a deep breath. Her hands and feet moved rhythmically, as if she had just learned to swim backward. She thought to herself that she would be able to reach the shore in a little while.

Unexpectedly, the boy grabbed her leg and pulled her back. Seeing that, the boy wanted to get on her, Qimu's face changed slightly and she stood up without hesitation, giving him a kick, neither light nor heavy, and just happened to kick away the boy's hand.

At the same time, it also increased the distance between the two of them. Qimu got closer to the shore, but the boy moved further away. With this kick, Qimu was afraid of changing again, so she swam closer to the shore.

If she did it again, she might really turn into a water ghost.

When Qimu landed on the riverbank, she was exhausted and fell flat on the ground. When Qiao saw Qimu's empty back, she was stunned for a moment. She was so surprised that her mouth was wide open. In broad daylight, there was really bad customs!

Fortunately, there were no adult males present. The Great God, who was washing clothes beside her, was kind as well. He immediately put on a new set of clothes for Qimu. Although it was wet, it was still better than nothing.

As for Qiao, she was holding Qimu's two siblings in her arms. When she saw Qimu's pale face, she was so anxious that she could see everything. Her eyes were full of remorse.

"..."

Qimu finally landed on the shore with great difficulty. She heaved a sigh of relief and allowed herself to rest comfortably against Qiao's thigh like a dead fish. However, in her dazed state, she heard a sentence:

"Ah!" "My son …