"Come on, follow me. I'll take you to find Isla. She's in pain and needs you to save her." AnJila led QingYu into the sea, her words full of bewitchment.

　　QingYu had lost her consciousness for a long time. She looked into the distance, as if she could see her daughter crying, which made her heart ache.

　　"Aron..." QingYu repeated her name in a hoarse voice, tears streaming down her face.

　　QingYu's heart was completely dead. She couldn't see a glimmer of hope in the world. Endless pain was torturing her.

　　"QingYu, jump down from here. You will be relieved from the pain and you won't be so desperate." Anji...