Ling Ang stood in the wind and rain in dismay, staring at the bottles in a daze, as if he had no soul. "It's not that I don't want to give up, but I can't give up at all."
Zheng Yan and the butler stood aside, feeling sad.
"Ling Ang." A painful voice sounded from behind.
Ling Ang's heart suddenly tightened when he heard the beautiful voice, and he suddenly turned around.
Wang Aoshuang was standing in the wind and rain, looking at him with a worried look on his face, and his eyebrows were filled with various emotions.
Jiang Li next to him shook his eyes at Zheng Yan and the butler and walked past another ship.
Wang Aoshuang looked at Ling Ang calmly, and his heart was twisted.
Just now, he suddenly received a call from Jiang Li, saying that Ling Ang was fishing a bottle of Phalaenopsis on the sea in heavy rain, and no matter how many people persuaded him, he couldn't help him.
Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, lightning and thundering, her limbs were weak at that time.
The weather is so evil now, and the sea is like the place nearest to the gates of hell. How could Ling Ang be so stupid?
How did he regard those bottles as more important than life?
She suddenly felt a deep fear, a fear that she had never before, similar to death's fear.
What if Ling Ang had any accidents because of this, what should she do?
She suddenly felt weak all over, as if her soul had been removed, without any anger.
At that time, she no longer had any hatred in her heart, and there was only one thought in her mind. As long as he was fine, she could stop caring about everything.
So she agreed without hesitation, even if Lan Yuchi knew about it, she would be very angry.
She looked at Ling Ang in the rain, and a burst of water vapor surged into her eyes, and then it flowed down with the rain.
Ling Ang's figure was so sad at this time, ruthlessly hitting his tough face, blurring his handsome outline.
The heavy rain flowed down his hair, crossed his amazing face, and drooped along his sharp chin, making him look so haggard.
Ling Ang looked at her tightly, feeling like a pile of fire appeared in the dark night, and his heart, which was dripping by the rain, began to warm up bit by bit.
He rushed over like an arrow, hugged her into his arms, and then hugged her with all his strength, as if he wanted to crush her and inject her into his blood.
Wang Aoshuang did not refuse and allowed him to hug him with all his might.
"Ling Ang, why are you so stupid?" She choked up.
"Because those flowers were once blooming for you alone, I will not allow anything to destroy it, as long as it is everything related to you, I will protect it." He buried his head deeply in her
In the hair.
She closed her eyes deeply for a moment.
The two hugged each other tightly, stood quietly at the bow of the boat, allowing the wind and rain to wash away.
It took a long time before Ling Ang remembered to be in the storm, and he immediately let go of her, "Ashuang, hurry into the cabin."
This is a small cruise ship, which looks like a small hotel, with all facilities.
He quickly brought a towel and helped her wipe the rain from her head.
She saw that he was wet, so she snatched the towel over, "You have been wet for so long, you should wipe it first."
She raised her hand and helped him wipe the water from his face carefully, with her movements very meticulous.
Ling Ang looked at her quietly. She was washed by the rain, her face was very clean, and the egg-yolk-like light in the cabin shone softly on her facial features, with a hazy beauty.