The wind whipped across the deck of the ship, causing the metal hull to creak. On the starboard side, three figures hung precariously over the ocean, their bodies swaying with each movement of the vessel.
Feng Shiyan's wrists, bound with coarse rope, hurt from the constant strain. To his left, Tang Can struggled to stay calm, her eyes shut tight. Her pregnant belly seemed like a cruel irony given their situation.
Between them, Su Huiying hung limply, her strength waning.
"Hold on, Mum," Tang Can called out. "You have to endure before Xue Mei and Feng Shihan will come to get us."
Feng Shiyan looked up, searching for their captor. Ye Chen Ling appeared at the railing, gazing down at them with a cold detached smiled.
"How touching," she said, her voice carrying over the wind. "Such faith in your family. I wonder, will it be rewarded? Or will you become nothing more than fish food at the bottom of this sea?"
