On the vast, dark sea, there was only this stable little boat.
Her thin figure stood quietly, her long eyelashes curled and trembling, tears hanging from them.
The candlelight reflected on her sorrowful little face.
Her profile looked so pitifully delicate.
The sea breeze blew, ruffling the hem of her thin coat, her whole being seemed ready to be carried away by the wind at any moment.
He so wanted to hold her in his arms and love her dearly!
If it weren't for his youthful impulsiveness back then, she might have already been his wife, and wouldn't be reduced to such a state of being bullied by that bastard today.
Watching her grow thinner day by day, his heart ached faintly.
She was the treasure in his palm, why did she have to be trampled by that bastard?
Thinking of this, he clenched his fists, his knuckles creaked.
Facing the past, memories seemed especially powerless.
"Make a wish, Qiqi!"
His gentle voice sounded again.
