WET FEET

"What do you think you are doing?", Wang Yu Yan's eyes flew open finding Ling Feng partially wet as he held on her arms tightly.

"Ling Feng?", she turned her head looking around her. Confirming what she hoped wasn't true. She felt her warm tears trickling against her cold wet face. A loud cough followed as the harsh release of air, tortured her, even more. She still wasn't home.

"Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill yourself?", Ling Feng's grip was tight on her shoulders. Wang Yu Yan couldn't move an inch as he held on leaving her no space to move.

Wang Yu Yan was alarmed at his words. Looking around and back at the continued outpouring of water. She took in all the faces of those who surrounded her. Only then did she understand Ling Feng's worries. A small crowd had gathered around the pond, all attention was on her.

Wang Yu Yan shook her head. Ling Feng misunderstood her intention, she felt bad knowing she had him thinking that way.