On the shore of the deserted island, the sound of waves echoed continuously, each wave washing over the bodies of a man and a woman before retreating back into the sea. The man and woman clung to each other tightly, entangled like seaweed.
Both shivered slightly in their unconscious state.
Being unconscious after an injury was not like being in a state of health, soaking wet and chilled by the sea breeze, they instinctively huddled together for warmth.
The waves had washed over them countless times until a small crab climbed onto Zhao Changhe's face and casually pinched it.
"Damn it!" Zhao Changhe leapt up, the crab fell to the ground and scurried back into the sea in a puff of smoke.
