"Help me!"
It was the scene that was branded into Zhenyi's mind like a tattoo. There was nothing memorable about this scene in a good sense, but still, it was impossible for Zhenyi to forget it either. How could you forget something that had been the subject of your constant nightmares?
Surely, anyone wouldn't be able to forget it too.
The young Zhenyi was hanging from a bridge, screaming for help. Below her was a flowing river. The speed of the water was terrifying and so was the picture playing before her eyes.
She was thrown into the river in an attempt to kill her but they said who could kill the mortal that God Himself is meaning to protect? That was why, when she was tossed into the river, her hand caught the iron railing in the end moment.
Call it God's will or whatever! But Zhenyi knew one thing that she couldn't lose hope in the end.
"Hold my hand!" The boy emerged all of a sudden, astonishing Zhenyi.