The boatman paddled, and the bamboo raft, carrying only the two of them, glided toward the center of the pond.
The buoyancy of the water made the raft feel unsteady underfoot. Seeing her face turn pale, Shen Tingyu instinctively tightened his grip on her hand.
"Don't worry, the water in this pond is very shallow."
Cui Lingyao's throat was dry with anxiety, but she forced herself to steady her voice and said with difficulty, "I'm not afraid."
The last time she fell into the water and "died," it was because the system needed an opportunity for her sudden death.
She hadn't actually drowned in the truest sense.
But the memory of that bone-chilling cold was still deeply etched in her mind.
'If Xie Jinbai's men are really watching from the shadows,' Cui Lingyao thought.
'If they see that I'm not afraid of water, maybe it'll dispel some of his suspicion.'
