I was still struggling in the water. It was so cold. It was so cold that they came to the moat to swim in the middle of winter. She could go crazy on her own, and she couldn't stop me. But those bad friends used hard and soft tactics on me and forced me to come here, but they all swam far away. As the saying goes, when a person is unlucky, his teeth become clogged when he drinks water. It just happened that when I swam to the middle of the river, I got cramps in my feet. But no matter how hard I struggled or called for help, it was in vain. I obviously feel that I am sinking slowly, and I am going to die here. The second before I passed out, I had a thought in my mind: If I become a wild ghost after my death, I will have to drain all the water from the river!