The first half of the night could be described as terrifying.
And critical.
But the latter half of the night was vastly serene.
Even though the surface of the water was tumultuous, and the thunder and lightning were relentless, the yacht was unstable, yet Mù Qiānxún slept in bed, lying in her arms. No matter how wild the sea outside was, she didn't feel it at all.
She slept exceptionally sweetly.
The terrifying night passed.
The sea returned to calm, and the sky became a brilliant blue unmatched.
Seagulls flew low over the water, emitting sounds that represented vastness.
After a good sleep, all discomfort vanished.
Mù Qiānxún lazily rubbed her sleep-filled eyes. Ou Zun was no longer beside her, and sunlight refracted through the water into the room from the window, carrying a warm scent.
She slipped into her slippers on the yacht, yawning as she walked outside.
Outside, there were sounds.
"Ah... stop hitting, please... I was wrong..."
