Chapter 621: Chapter 621: Serena, Don’t Leave
However, in that moment of falling, Hayden Crawford had already done his best to slow down the impact.
Serena Sterling’s mind was filled with his calm and powerful narrow eyes, his smile, inhale, exhale, and his forceful swimming.
She struggled to move her arms and legs, breaking through the water with a splash.
Serena Sterling swam to the surface.
The moment she breathed in fresh air, the word "surviving a disaster" filled Serena’s mind.
She wasn’t dead.
She actually wasn’t dead.
But...
Serena looked around, it was so dark, so cold, and the person she was looking for wasn’t there.
Where is Hayden Crawford?
Where is he?
Is he dead?
He was so heavily injured, plunging into the sea, it’s hard to swim up.
Serena quickly dove back into the depths of the sea, struggling to swim, searching for that tall and handsome figure.
She looked for a long, long time, diving up and down, but couldn’t find him.
She was out of strength.
Her arms and legs were already numb from the cold, she didn’t have the strength to search anymore.
Couldn’t find him.
Couldn’t find him, what to do?
Serena swam up and looked around, it was a black mass everywhere. Her eyes brimmed with tears that fell heavily, and she called out his name helplessly, choking with sobs, "Hayden Crawford, Hayden Crawford, where are you? Hayden Crawford..."
She said it, he was really so annoying.
When she fell off the cliff, he jumped down with her.
When she survived, he disappeared.
She was so scared.
Serena had always lived a pristine, wise, transparent, and composed life, rarely feeling fear, but now she was truly scared, so scared.
"Hayden Crawford, where are you... Hayden Crawford... boo hoo..." She covered her face with her icy hands and cried softly.
At this moment, a deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, "Why are you crying, I’m not dead yet."
Serena froze completely, then quickly turned around. Hayden Crawford was right there in front of her, safe and sound.
He wasn’t dead!
Thank goodness, he wasn’t dead!
Serena cried and laughed at the same time. She swam over quickly and pounded her fists on his strong shoulder, "Hayden Crawford, you scared me to death... you scared me to death..."
She kept muttering these words, already terrified beyond coherence.
Hayden Crawford didn’t dodge, allowing her to hit him, watching her with soft eyes, his gaze filled with gentle affection.
Suddenly, he bent down, resting his head on her smooth, fragrant shoulder, gasping lowly, "Serena..."
Serena...
He murmured her name, Serena, softly.
Serena stiffened.
Hayden Crawford’s voice gradually weakened, but Serena could still hear clearly. He said, "Serena, why... did you abandon me, what exactly... did I do wrong... why did you fall in love with someone else..."
Serena felt as if a sharp sword had pierced through her heart, that sword stabbing into her heart, stirring it wantonly, causing her pain and agony.
Hayden Crawford reached out and held her slender waist. In the icy cold sea, the girl’s warm body temperature faintly transmitted over as he kissed her hair.
Serena wanted to push him away.
Pain.
A low, muffled groan came from his ears, and Hayden Crawford’s handsome brows had already knitted tightly into a frown.
"What’s wrong?"
Serena reached out to touch his back and felt a large warm and sticky patch. The surrounding sea water had all turned red.
He was seriously injured.
...
The two of them swam to the shore with difficulty. It was after five in the morning, and the sky was starting to lighten.
There was a shabby wooden house ahead. Serena pushed open the door and went in.
Inside, there was a lamp, a stove, and a bed with a quilt on it, barely habitable.
Hayden Crawford lay on the bed as Serena tore open his clothes. His back had collided and ripped open, exposing white bones amid the bright red flesh.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Serena watched, her whole body trembling. She tore open her clothes and tightly wrapped his wound, "I have to go out to find hemostatic herbs, otherwise you won’t make it until rescue arrives."
She turned and headed out.
At that moment, a large hand reached out and grabbed her small hand.
Serena stopped in her tracks, looking down.
Hayden Crawford gazed at her, his pale lips moving, "Will you... take this opportunity to escape?"
This was a perfect opportunity. He didn’t have the strength to catch her anymore. She could leave him behind and escape on her own.
Serena shook her head, "I won’t."
...
She left.
Hayden Crawford watched the direction she disappeared into, gently closing his beautiful eyes.
His body ached with a dull pain to the point of numbness, consciousness slipping away, feeling very cold, very cold.
He fell into unconsciousness.
He dreamt, a nightmare.
Seth Sullivan took Serena away, and Serena turned her exquisite little face to say goodbye to him, "Mr. Crawford, I have to go."
"Don’t go..."
He reached out to grab her.
But he couldn’t reach her. Serena’s pretty figure gradually disappeared from his sight.
Don’t go...
Don’t go...
He murmured painfully.
He didn’t know how long it had been, but he felt a small hand gently touching his handsome face, and he reflexively grabbed that small hand.
He opened his eyes.
It was Serena.
Outside it was already bright, the morning had arrived, and Serena had changed into farmhouse clothes. Her long, beautiful hair was tied into a low ponytail, her pristine little face glowing like jade.
Serena held a towel in her hand, helping him wipe his sweat, "I found some herbs to stop the bleeding, but your wound needs stitching. My needle is missing, and your wound is already infected and you’re running a fever, so I have to go to the tribe to find a doctor for you. Rest well, I’ll be back soon."
Serena gave a brief explanation, then put down the towel and turned to leave.
She was going.
Leaving now.
With a rumble, it started to rain outside.
Bean-sized raindrops pounded down, adding a chill to the already cold weather, truly adding insult to injury.
Anxious to find a doctor, Serena ran straight into the rain.
Bean-sized raindrops fell from above, drenching her completely.
She ran as fast as she could, taking a few steps, but someone caught up from behind. Two strong arms wrapped tightly around her soft waist.
It was Hayden Crawford.
Hayden had followed her out.
Serena’s pupils shrank, and she quickly pried at his fingers, "Hayden Crawford, are you crazy? Why did you run out?"
Hayden held her from behind, tightly, burying his face in her silky neck, kissing her delicate skin, "Serena, don’t go."
He indeed had a fever, his head felt heavy and uncomfortable.
Hayden Crawford was not prone to illness, but once sick, it hit hard. Now, he only wanted to hold Serena, not letting her leave.
Serena was worried about his condition, "Hayden Crawford, let go first!"
But she underestimated his strength. Even though he was severely injured, she couldn’t pry him off.
Hayden held her tightly, his pale lips lingering on her face as the heavy rain poured down, soaking them both to the skin. Sick, he was especially clingy, "Serena, be good, don’t go, huh?"