When Wen Nuan awoke, it was already the second evening.
There wasn't a scratch on her body, just a bit of fullness in her stomach, as if she'd drunk too much water. Wen Nuan touched her head and found her forehead smooth as always, letting out a puzzled gasp.
"Awake?"
Liang Yanting, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turned around and walked over with a face full of concern.
"I..."
Wanting to ask why she was here, Wen Nuan hesitated. Before her eyes, the image of Ryan, eyes fierce and holding a paddle, swinging it toward her appeared at once.
Transfer student, drifting, seasickness pills...
Everything connected, and Wen Nuan's face turned pale almost immediately. Looking back at Liang Yanting, Wen Nuan's eyes filled with tears, "Liang Yanting, thank you, you saved my life."
"You silly..."
