While I was struggling in the water, a familiar and joking male voice sounded: "If you promise me three things and say a word of praise to me, I will rescue you." Damn, no, it's life hanging by a thread, so unloving. At this time, to add insult to injury, I didn't have time to think about it, "I, I, I, promise..."
Mu Yunzhan continued to look at me thoughtfully, but he didn't dwell on the question just now. He just suddenly asked me, "Have you ever been to Qingluo Town, an important town in the south of the Yangtze River?"
I looked at him, and there was a rare hint of tenderness in his cold star-like eyes.
"Do you still remember Qinghu in Qingluo Town?"