The sky was very dark, and the gray clouds blocked the only ray of sunlight in the morning. Mist enveloped the entire sea, and the horizon disappeared in an instant. As the sea breeze hit them, the air was mixed with the damp smell of salt. It wasn't pungent, but it smelled bad.
The coldness hit her like an icicle. Qiao Qiao gathered her shawl around her, and her lips were slightly dark green. Seeing Qiao Qiao's state, the boss beside her reminded her kindly, "Go inside. It's too cold here."
Qiao Qiao was indeed very cold. She was almost numb from head to toe. She shook her head and let out a shaky breath. "I'm waiting for someone."
The boss glanced at the cruise ship in the distance and asked, "The man you're waiting for is going out to sea today?"
