At this moment, even Zhou Jun, who usually had plenty of spirit, became dispirited, sitting on the raft with his head down, not saying a word.
Just then, Ling Chen seemed to hear something, suddenly lifted his head, and looked up at the azure sky, searching for something.
Noticing his actions, Song Ge asked, "Ling, what's up?"
Hush!
Ling Chen made a quieting gesture, stood up from the raft, and shaped his hands into a horizontal line to shield his eyes from the sun, scanning the sky.
Following his gaze, Song Ge and the others lifted their heads and saw a black dot appear in the sky as blue as the sea. As the dot approached, a seaplane came into view.
"It's a plane!" Zhou Jun's face lit up with joy, and he excitedly yelled, "Haha! We're saved."
Before long, the seaplane seemed to notice them, descended gradually, and touched down on the surface of the sea.
