Ou Zun dragged Mù Qiānxún ashore.
He patted her face.
"Little darling, wake up."
Lying on the ground, Mù Qiānxún's face was pale and blue; she didn't have the ability like Anjue to hold her breath underwater for so long without problems.
Ou Zun kept a stern face, trying to stay calm, and began to administer artificial respiration as an emergency measure.
He did it several times, yet Mù Qiānxún lay there like a lifeless doll.
But Ou Zun persisted relentlessly.
Anjue climbed out of the water, drenched. He hadn't groomed himself in days while being detained, and now even his stubble was visible. Yet, he still maintained a prince's aura without appearing disheveled.
Everyone was nervously watching Mù Qiānxún lying on the ground, their hearts in their mouths.
Especially Zhou Anan; she couldn't fully comprehend having to part from the child she just met.
After Ou Zun performed artificial respiration many times, the person on the ground finally reacted.
