Noon.
The ship continued to sail forward...
On the deck was a rectangular French dining table covered with a white tablecloth.
The table was set with fresh dishes, all made from seafood.
He Yingdong, dressed in formal wear, sat across from her. He used a fork to pick up some fish, carefully removed the bones, and then pushed it in front of Li Jiaqi.
Li Jiaqi merely glanced at him indifferently; neither of them had spoken all morning.
Her gaze was distant, the azure sea appearing immensely soothing.
"Eat something! You haven't eaten all morning!"
He drank a glass of red wine, then looked at her.
His expression was very calm.
She wiped the fork with a napkin, then put it down heavily.
"He Yingdong, were you the one setting off fireworks on the beach last time?"
He looked at her, "Finish your meal and I'll tell you!"
"You're obviously alive and well; why pretend to be dead?"
"Finish your meal and I'll tell you!"
He looked at her, his gaze gentle.
