Time gradually passed, and the sunlight had long disappeared into the sea. The fog was hazy, and the temperature at the sea began to drop.
They had thought they would reach land before sunset. Everyone was dressed in summer clothes. Now, as they stood on the deck, many of them were so cold that their lips turned purple.
An Rao was wearing a short skirt and was shivering from the cold.
She was beautiful and was especially eye-catching in the crowd.
A few people kept pointing at her. After a while, those people walked towards her. An Rao wanted to hide in the crowd, but she could not.
The man's black arm reached out towards An Rao.
An Rao's heart skipped a beat. At most, I would just die heroically.
In this moment of despair and fear, An Rao actually thought of her little disciple.
I have never seen what my little disciple looked like. It was such a loss.
