Xiyan was momentarily stunned, doubting whether she had just misheard.
"What did you say?"
He moved slightly, and the icy seawater rippled towards them.
Lips colder than the seawater pressed against her ear, but the words spoken were filled with emotions as hot as a volcanic eruption, enunciated word by word, "I love you."
"You, what are you doing..."
"Don't you like to hear it?"
"I used to like hearing it too, why have I never seen you so kind as to say it to me before."
"Because." His voice was low and hoarse, "I'm afraid I won't have the chance to tell you in the future."
This sentence seemed to instantly strike Xiyan's tear glands.
The fate between life and death seemed to be suddenly laid out bluntly in front of them.
The sea breeze was still howling, and the two of them were like two small boats, maybe the next second, they would be plunged into the sea.
"I don't want you to say these things..."
