The masked man looked at her expressionlessly, not speaking.
However, from his gaze, she had already sensed something ominous.
Anxiously, she rushed out, searching through each cabin.
"Gong Beiming, Gong Beiming..."
She had searched the entire ship, yet there was no sign of Gong Beiming.
After a while, she returned dejectedly, grasping the masked man's sleeve and shaking it, "Where is Gong Beiming?"
He caught her arm and gently pulled it down, "I don't know what you're talking about. Last night the fire was intense, and it involved military forces; we didn't stay long! You're the only one we could save!"
His voice was smooth as jade, pleasant to the ear—a very young man.
She couldn't help but take a few more glances at him, from which she felt a flicker of familiarity.
But at a time like this, she had no inclination to ponder such things.
She collapsed weakly onto the floor...
