Even the wounds on his body had mostly healed by the time Coroa tried to help.
It was incredible.
But the real problem was that they were trapped on the island. It was tiny, with only a few plants and not even any small animals, let alone precious fresh water. If they couldn't find a way off, they would eventually run out of supplies and starve.
Ye Changsheng looked calm, but he was anxious. Ye Chuqi was still missing. If he had been injured this badly, the impact she had suffered could only have been worse.
Whether she was still alive was anyone's guess.
Ye Changsheng pressed a hand to his chest. Deep down, he held fast to one belief: Ye Chuqi was alive. He could feel it.
Leaving the island wouldn't be hard for Ye Changsheng. There wasn't much vegetation, but there were a few trees. With a little work, they could become a simple Raft.
Coroa stared at the flimsy contraption and swallowed hard. Ye Changsheng still hadn't understood him, had he? He didn't know how dangerous the Misty Sea was, or he wouldn't think such a crude Raft could make it out.
It would be smashed to pieces before it even cleared the beach!
Coroa spent ages jumping around and trying to explain, but Ye Changsheng showed no sign of changing his mind. When the Raft entered the water, Ye Changsheng stood on it, seemingly unmoved by the raging waves. He looked calmly at Coroa. "You can choose to stay."
In other words, Coroa could choose to go with him.
His accent was a little strange, but Coroa was certain of one thing: in just a few days, this man had gone from understanding none of what he said to understanding him and expressing himself clearly.
*Fine,