The boat sailed over the sea, dragging along a long string of tumbling waves.
Seagulls foraging for food fluttered their wings, following behind with ease, catching the overturned fish and shrimp.
With a splash—
Suddenly, a head wearing a diving mask emerged from the waves, instantly startling the group of seagulls into scattering.
"Sigh————"
Fang Cheng deeply exhaled, his complexion iron-blue, lips purple.
He then pressed his hand against his chest, attempting to stop the painful, oppressive feeling from continuing to surge.
Apparently, holding his breath underwater for too long caused him to still be unaccustomed to breathing the fresh air upon returning to the surface.
Half a minute later, he slightly gasped for breath, gradually recovering.
Looking at the passing fishing boat, then raising his head towards the sun hidden by the clouds.
It was probably around 12 noon now.
In the distance, there were specks of people on the beach, with occasional shouts heard.
