C137 Gone

"Pu, pu pu ~ ~ ~"

Bubbles popped one after another, and the sounds of air being squeezed into pieces filled his ears, along with the occasional sound of water quietly flowing past.

His face was wet and sticky. Ren Ang wiped it off with his hand.

His eyelids twitched as he struggled, but he remained motionless, as if his eyes were glued to something.

Ren Ang rubbed his eyes