In November, even though the temperature in Hu Hai is not as visibly cold as in the north,
the chill that seems to carry a magical harm can penetrate the body even more.
As Yao Mingyue fell backward, the sound of her plunging into the water followed.
Xu Musen did not hesitate to jump in after her.
Although the two of them may never become husband and wife or lovers in this lifetime, the affection between their families and the bond between them,
Xu Musen certainly couldn't just watch her get into trouble.
"Splash!"
The sound of water hit in quick succession.
This was not the Bund, where there's a gentle riverbank for cushioning; as Xu Musen hit the water, he immediately felt the river enveloping him with an indescribably cold chill.
It was like countless needles were gradually piercing through his skin, infiltrating every pore, hitting the marrow with excruciating pain.
In such a temperature, jumping in rashly, an average person could likely cramp up immediately.