In his aching, swollen vision, a coldly beautiful face lay submerged in the murky, icy bathtub, those lifeless eyes staring as one hand covered Ji Li's nose and mouth, writing her own name.
Ji Li slowly stopped struggling and allowed that hand to press him to the bottom of the bathtub. Long hair drifted with the current, obscuring his face.
The water in this tub was extremely murky. Opening one's eyes in it brought discomfort throughout the body, yet it possessed the miraculous ability to wash away the death mark left by the Solitary Old Ghost.
Ji Li slowly sank to the bottom, holding his breath as he felt the coldness of the water and the person above him.
Whether the person soaking in the bathtub was truly Mei Sheng still required further confirmation, but she clearly meant him no harm. On the contrary, she had saved him once.
The ghost face's imprint in his mind had already been completely erased, but Mei Sheng still did not release the hand pinning him down. At the same time, Ji Li's breathing grew increasingly erratic.
First, he had been suddenly dragged into the water without warning, and there was not enough air in his lungs.
Second, the bathtub water was filled with a sensation that made him profoundly uncomfortable.
Third, his physical condition had always been worse than that of an ordinary person.
Yet Mei Sheng's hand was like an iron clamp welded to his face. Ji Li had not struggled much at first, but she showed no intention whatsoever of moving her palm away.
Naturally, that made Ji Li resist, especially as his breath grew shorter and shorter. He narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly into Mei Sheng's, his vision swaying constantly as their hair tangled in the water.
He seized