An Yan lifted her eyelids, gazing up at the night sky.
There were no stars, only the incessant downpour and, it seemed, fighter jets zooming by.
She thought she must be hallucinating.
She couldn't hear anything, only feeling warm liquid flowing from her ears as her body gradually stiffened.
A man's voice kept echoing in her mind.
"Yanyan, I have you now, I won't be moved by anyone else."
"Yanyan, I love you."
"Yanyan, as long as you say there's nothing between you and him, I'll believe you."
...
An Yan's lips curled up in a mocking smile.
Their trust in each other was far from enough, which is why they had come to this point.
But that no longer mattered; she was so tired.
She didn't know if Leng Feng was still there; she had done her best.
Completely exhausted, she was so very sleepy; the strength left her hand clinging to the boarding, and she floated with the sea...
The recovery operation lasted three days and they didn't find An Yan.
