The sky is getting darker, and a sunset is hanging in the distance on the sea level. The orange light has been spreading, and the waves dyed golden are undulating and rolling... Affected by the typhoon, the sea has not been very calm recently. .
The Emilia is moored near the port, and a large number of tarpaulins are still laid on the ship. It seems that the paint on the railings has not dried yet, or maybe it is afraid that the strong wind will blow away something... In short, the strange hull It was covered, blocking the prying eyes of the public.
Lin Ruo got on the boat, stood on the deck, and looked at the sunset in the distance.
The sea is special to him. He has seen all kinds of seas. He has encountered all kinds of wind and waves since he was sailing as a teenager. The more dangerous it is, the more attractive it is to him. He was once fascinated by the huge waves and crazy about the endless blue. The sea had never defeated him until that shipwreck.
Lin Ruo's fingers gently slid across her chin, and some memories appeared at the right moment.
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