Mu Chudi only felt that he had been sinking until he sank to the bottom of the sea.

Darkness and desolation, only endless despair!

"No!"

Mu Chudi suddenly opened his eyes, which was the white smallpox.

The smell of disinfectant water surrounds it.

"Nothing? Don't you just eat your fruit? It's necessary to be so excited.

Van Gogh stuffed the grapes in his mouth and squinted at Muchu flute.

"I said you can all fall into the water, but also talent!"

Mu Chudi sat up and looked around the hospital.

She's not dead!

She was rescued.

Hidden, she remembers holding her hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Who saved...