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Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the woman lying on the body of a seven or eight year old boy in pain, while a soaked man stood beside her. He looked at the mother and son silently but sorrowfully, and her long eyelashes trembled for a moment.

"Big Sis."

Coincidentally, the little girl also followed Qi Mu's gaze and turned back to look at Qi Mu. Her brows slightly creased. She gently called out to Qi Mu, and her tone revealed a strong sense of worry and fear.

"I'll go take a look."

Qi Mu turned his head to look at the little girl, his lips curled up in a habitual smile. Her voice was very soft and soft, like the floating white clouds in the horizon.

Then, as if she had thought of something, Qi Mu raised her eyes and looked at the little girl. Her expression was calm and her eyes sparkled as she continued:

"Remember to look after them."

These two naturally referred to Yang Yang and Little Yiran.

Hearing this, the little girl froze for a moment before slightly nodding her head. She reached out and took the two children beside her into her arms, but her eyes were filled with tears. She lowered her head and her eyes turned red.

Qi Mu used his hands to prop himself up from the ground. The clothes that the kind-hearted aunt gave him draped over her body. They fluttered in the wind, but there was a kind of heaviness and loneliness that wouldn't go away.

Qi Mu quickly tidied up the clothes, not wanting to look beautiful. As long as it could completely cover her body, then it would be fine. At the moment, she wouldn't be able to find her own clothes.

"Elder sister."

Seeing that Qi Mu was about to leave, Yang Yang quickly broke free from the little girl's embrace, and pulled at a corner of Qi Mu's clothes. His eyes were red and swollen, and his clothes were also wet, dripping water.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere."

Qi Mu glanced at him expressionlessly and said indifferently. She didn't care about Yang Yang pulling her clothes and walked straight ahead.

Unexpectedly, the normally obedient Yang Yang, this time pulling on the corner of Qi Mu's clothes, would not let go no matter how hard he dug. Being pushed along by Qi Mu's walking strength, his small body fell straight onto the riverbank, falling onto the ground, rolling around in the mud all over his body, causing his small body to hurt.

When Qi Mu heard Yang Yang start to sob, a glint appeared in his eyes, but he continued to walk towards the mother and son pair. Behind him, coincidentally, was the sound of the little girl hurriedly helping Yang Yang.

"Auntie, please stand up and let me see."

Qi Mu squatted down beside the boy and looked at the woman crying on the boy's chest. He couldn't help but frown as he spoke.

The woman's weight was all on the body of a child. Even if the child was lucky and still had some anger, it would still be crushed.

"What did you say?" What are you looking at? "My son, my son! You want to live, why hasn't the doctor come yet …"

Qi Mu saw that the woman only glanced at her in grief and didn't move. She continued to wail and raise her voice before speaking again:

If you want him to live, then hurry up and get up. We're so far from the Li Clan.

However, this woman only cared about crying and did nothing. In fact, her actions were not conducive to the child's survival, so Qi Mu could already see in his heart the slight anxiety he felt and the sharp feeling between his words.

"What?" What did you say? "My family's grassroots will definitely live, what yellow flowers and vegetables? You little girl, there's no good words to say. Doctor Fang, why aren't you here yet? My poor child …"

When the woman looked at Qi Mu and saw that Qi Mu was about to reach out and touch her son, she pushed him away and hugged him tightly. Her dark, veined face was covered in tears.

"Little girl, get up. Don't worry about it. I've already watched this child when I rescued him ashore. He's dead. There's really no saving him anymore. Ai, I pity his mother too."

The man who had just saved Qi Mu by the side extended his hand to help Qi Mu up. His thick hand patted Qi Mu's shoulder. He shook his head, sighed, and said with a bit of sadness.

"Thank you."

This time, she did not directly squat down. Instead, she stood straight next to the woman and looked down at her. There was a faint chill in her voice as she said:

"If you want your son to live, then stand to the side first. Don't delay your son's rescue. How big is your son's life? Can you wait until Doctor Fang arrives?"

The woman had already stretched out her finger without any trace of politeness. She pointed it straight at Qi Mu and said with a trembling voice:

"You! "If it wasn't for you, my son …"

However, as if she was silenced by the boundless darkness that flashed across Qi Mu's eyes, she slowly moved her body to the side. Yet, her gaze was still fixated on Qi Mu. That gaze was as if she wanted to hack Qi Mu into a million pieces.

Qi Mu ignored him and crouched down. She stretched out a finger towards the boy's nose. After a few moments, she realized that it was just as the man said. There was no air at all. She couldn't help but feel her heart tighten.

After a moment, she suddenly realized that the child didn't have a pulse. Her eyes narrowed as she thought that the child was only in a coma; after all, it was impossible for him to stay in the water for so long without knowing how to swim.

But who would have thought that she would actually reach the stage of 'faking death'. Of course, it was also possible that she was already dead, so Qi Mu made a prompt decision to try it out no matter what. She stretched out her hand and undid the child's belt, opening up the front of his clothes.

Just as she was about to check if there were any foreign objects in the child's mouth, unexpectedly, the boy's mother threw herself onto her body, preventing her from doing anything. She muttered under her breath:

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! "You didn't save my son when you were in the river, and now you still came to grind my son's clothes. What are you doing with his clothes? You little girl, are you even going to be shameless in broad daylight? My poor child …"

Qi Mu knitted her brows tightly. Her originally weak and ethereal body was pressed so hard that she couldn't breathe. She felt waves of dizziness in her head and her consciousness began to dissipate.

In times of emergency, the few women who were already surrounding the boy and the man hurriedly pulled his mother away. Before he could say anything, Qi Mu jumped over to the boy and checked his mouth to make sure there were no foreign objects. Then, before he could 'control the water', he started to breathe through his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the woman, who was still muttering noisily, instantly quieted down. She held her breath as if petrified, watching the strange movements of Qi Mu with blazing hope in her eyes.

Qi Mu repeated the routine of artificial respiration and heart massage for a long time, over and over again. She couldn't remember how many times she had done it.

"Aunt Wu, Doctor Fang isn't coming …"

Qi Mu sat on the ground. She placed her finger on the child's wrist for a long time before she glanced at the water rippling and leisurely flowing river. Qi Mu expressionlessly lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"I did my best."

He really did his best, but he still …

Hearing this, the Wu family's aunt (the boy's mother) rushed in front of Qi Mu, grabbed her arm, and dug her nails deep into her nails. Her face suddenly contorted, and she said with a ferocious tone:

"My son is still alive and well. Doctor Fang will come! "He will come …"

"You little girl, what the hell are you to say such words!"

"I was foolish enough to believe you. It was you, it was you, I clearly saw you. You hit my son in the river, and you caused my son's death. If you didn't hit him, how could he have ended up like this …?"

"I'm such a fool to see you touch my son …"

"Scram, scram. I don't want to see you again …"

She pursed her pale lips, not knowing where to start. The dizziness in her head was like a tornado, and it became more and more severe. Everything before her gradually blurred. This afternoon was really too uncomfortable.

When the crowd saw that the Wu family's aunt had lost her composure, they hurriedly went forward to pull her and Qi Mu away. When the man saw Qi Mu's weak appearance, he went forward to support her and said to the Wu family's aunt,

"Aunt Wu, this girl really wanted to save him. Why do you blame her?"

Unexpectedly, her emotions were stirred up like a stone, and when Aunt Wu heard this, she became even more agitated. Disgusted and distressed, she spat on the ground and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"What do you know? "If it wasn't for that girl, my son wouldn't have died at all. It's her, I saw that my son clearly wanted to swim to shore. It was her, it was her who kicked my son to prevent him from swimming to shore …"

Qi Mu raised his gaze slightly as a trace of disbelief flashed across his eyes. What did that mean? Did his son die because of her? Would she have kicked him away if his son hadn't been trying to step on her life and drag her down?

It was true that she had done the wrong thing, but when her life was at stake, she could not and had never thought of doing it. What right did she have to do it?

I'll go and save you. If I still can't save you in the end, won't I have to die with you?

If she really pursued this matter to the end, then why would Yang Yang sit in this broken boat? This definitely had to do with her son. Yang Yang was alone, without a child to take care of him, he didn't have the ability to do so.

Moments later, Qi Mu raised her head and looked at the already slightly crazed Wu family's aunt. An extremely faint smile struggled to her lips as she said in an indifferent tone:

"Aunt Wu, you should have seen what happened in the water clearly. After all, it was your son. You should know what I did and why I did it."

With that, Qi Mu didn't stay any longer and did what she had to. She walked to the little girl's side and held Yang Yang's hand as she calmly said:

"Let's go back."

The lass timidly glanced at the Wu family's aunt's weeping face. She hugged Little Yiran and slightly nodded her head. Following behind Qi Mu, the two of them left the place at a leisurely pace, one in front and one behind.

"Just you wait, I want you to pay with your life!" "My poor child …"

Qi Mu's back stiffened, and the hand holding Yang Yang couldn't help but tighten. These were the last words she heard.