The ship was wandering on the waves like a thousand autumns, falling down again and again, echoing up again and again, constantly wandering on the edge of hell and life.
Ling Ang stood motionless on the bow of the boat, soaked by the rain.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more panicked, the butler advised: "Master, don't fish it out. The sea is getting more and more dangerous. The boat will capsize at any time. Let's go back."
"You go back first, I have to wait here until all the bottles are caught before I leave." Ling Ang's tone did not waver at all.
"Master..."
"Stop talking." Ling Ang stopped him.
Seeing such a stubborn Ling Ang, the housekeeper felt anxious. He turned around and made a phone call.
I don't know how long it took, but a small yacht sped over.
Zheng Yan and Jiang Li walked out of the cabin and shouted to Ling Ang: "Ang, come over here quickly, this ship is safer."
But Ling Ang didn't react. He just focused on looking for the bottle and kept instructing the fishermen to drive the boat over.
The two had no choice but to walk past the fishing boat and forcefully tackled Ling Ang.
They had just received a call from the housekeeper and rushed over immediately. They knew that although they could not stop Ling Ang's behavior, they had to ensure his safety.
Ling Ang was forcibly taken over, with some anger on his face, "You go back and leave me alone."
"Ang, please don't be so stupid, okay?"
"This is my business."
"On such a rainy night, the sea is very dangerous."
Ling Ang didn't seem to hear anything, and still looked carefully at the bow of the boat to see if there were any bottles floating around, as if they were transparent.
That expression seemed empty, like it had no skeleton.
Jiang Li couldn't bear it anymore, so he went over and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him hard, "Ang, wake up, okay?"
Ling Ang pushed his hand away and said loudly: "I have always been sober."
Although his tone was strong, the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed him.
"Don't deceive yourself!" Jiang Li said angrily.
Ling Ang slowly raised his head and looked at the desolate night sky. Although the rain filled his eyes, there was a dry pain inside. "I am indeed very awake... soberly watching myself step by step towards the abyss..."
The atmosphere on the bow suddenly became very quiet.
Jiang Li and Zheng Yan looked at him speechlessly, at a loss.
After a while, Jiang Li suddenly left.
The wind and rain kept roaring, and I don't know how long I fished. All the bottles floating on the sea were fished out, but there were only about 800 of them.
"Ang, let's go, the others should be swept into the bottom of the sea." Zheng Yan began to advise again.
"No, I want to fish them all back without leaving any one behind." Ling Ang said in an extremely firm tone.
"Master, you have been in the rain for three hours. If you get wet again, you will get sick." The housekeeper was very sad because the wind and rain were so strong that the umbrella was of no use at all.
"You all go back, I'll be fine here alone."
"The others have disappeared. Even if you watch until dawn, you may not find them." Zheng Yan was a little angry.
Ling Ang's eyes suddenly turned sad, and his tone became lowered, "Even if there is still a glimmer of hope, I will get them all back, because that is my love for 10 years."
"So what if you keep these petals? You can't keep your feelings, these will only deepen your pain." Zheng Yan hit the nail on the head and pierced his heart.