Autumn was coming to an end, and the wind blowing over the sea carried a chill. After waiting for an hour on the deck, Long Yutian still hadn't emerged.
The hatch remained tightly closed, the camouflaged soldier standing at the entrance stood ramrod straight...
Ling Yaowei seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of chill and loneliness. She lit a cigarette and silently sat on the railing, smoking.
"I really envy you!" Ling Yaowei exhaled a long stream of smoke, "If I were you, I'd choose to keep silent and pretend to have seen nothing."
"What do you mean?" Xia Yanxin furrowed her brows, her heart silently worrying for Long Yutian.
"You, oh you," she sighed, "Long Yutian keeps you in a honey pot, not letting you get hurt, while he takes on all the risks alone. I envy you for that."
"Then why should I keep silent? Isn't it better to help him?"
