When Hai Chun came to again, seven days had passed. He felt himself light and floaty as if he had no substance at all. The warmth of the sun that used to comfort him now seared his skin as if he were being scorched by raging flames.
Looking around, Hai Chun realized he was in the middle of the river, drifting on the shimmering water's surface. To avoid the scorching sun, he plunged into the water and discovered that, unexpectedly, his swimming skills had improved immensely; he could even outswim sperm in the water.
He swam far and wide, so far that even he was surprised by how long he could last without taking a breath. Suddenly, he remembered what had happened before. Braving the burning sensation of the fierce sun, he popped his head out of the water, searching for Xiao Lan's figure. He hoped so dearly for one more glance at her, but to his disappointment, there was nothing on the shore but plants and grass.