Seeing Xia Yiwan's solemn expression, Ming Yao asked with concern, "Wanwan, what's wrong?"
Xia Yiwan's brows were tightly knotted, and after a moment of silence, she finally spoke, "If I remember correctly, Yanxi should have been saved by me back then."
Xia Yiwan had grown up in the countryside. As a child, she was like a wild monkey, climbing trees, raiding bird nests, and catching fish in the water—she was adept at everything.
One year, she followed her parents on a visit to relatives. Behind the relatives' house was a big mountain with a river flowing through it. Hearing that there were many fish in the river, she sneaked to the mountain while Father Xia and Mother Xia were not paying attention.
No sooner had she arrived than she heard someone crying for help.
She ran over and saw a young boy had fallen into the river.
He seemed unable to swim, flailing his arms wildly on the surface of the water as his body slowly sank.
