The siblings skillfully cast the fishing net down and, after strenuous dragging, finally rescued the person from the water.
"Little brother, quick, see if he's still breathing."
The young boy didn't dare delay, hurriedly checking the man's breath. When he found the man was still alive, he uttered a sound of excitement.
"Sis, he's not dead."
...
Boom, boom, boom!
The fishing boat's engine roared as the young boy steered the vessel back to shore.
Inside the cabin.
A blanket covered Ye Xuan's body, and a stove next to him warmed up the tight space, making it quite cozy.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a roar sounded, Ye Xuan abruptly opened his eyes, his face twisted and ferocious, as if driven mad by a terrifying nightmare, he kicked the stove next to him to the ground, shattering the wooden bed beneath him into pieces, emitting an extremely frenzied aura.
Creak!