Book 20: Chapter 1
“Help! Please… please, I beg you… save my child, please. Please save my child!”
I didn’t hesitate for a moment. I didn’t care whether others would help the child or not. That was their business; it had nothing to do with me. I, however, had to save the child. It was my obligation and mission. I didn’t need to think. I only needed…
I had just taken off my shoes and thrown my clothes onto the ground when a girl zipped past me and leapt into the river. She was so quick that I didn’t even have time to respond. She dove into the freezing cold river without any hesitation and then surfaced in a fashion similar to a fish. She quickly swam toward the child waddling in the centre of the river. She tightly grabbed the young child but found herself stuck in the same predicament the child was in. Sadly, she was too small. As a result, the current instantly pulled her down. She struggled back to the surface. She sunk, but she managed to go with the current and push the child up to the surface. Wait…
While the scene looked perfectly fine, something was bizarre, and the feeling was very strong. I felt as though I was reliving a day from the past, but the day deviated considerably to how I remembered it.
“What exactly is the problem? What happened? Why do I have this feeling? Shouldn’t the day have panned out this way? Under normal circumstances, though, this day should never have taken place. This shouldn’t have happened. It’s strongly unlikely no matter how I think about it,” I analysed.
As I initially said, her small size made it difficult for her to pull the child along. She desperately swam toward the shore; but nonetheless, it was evident it was an arduous task judging from her facial expression. The moment I spotted despair flit across her countenance, I shoved aside the people around me and jumped into the river.
The freezing cold water was comparable to iron blades cutting my skin. The current threw me around several times before I could regain my footing, and get my head out of the water. I quickly grabbed the muddy step by the shore and reached my other hand to the girl desperately swimming over. I shouted, “Hurry! Hurry! Hurry and grab my hand!”
“Mm!!”
The girl finally managed to grab hold of my hand. I firmly grabbed her small, freezing hand. We clasped each other’s hands tightly in case the current pulled us apart. She dragged the child along with me as her anchor. The onlookers finally gave their applause after seeing the child reach the shore safe and sound.