The smell of disinfectant still lingered in the hospital room. Su Yuqing’s fingertips subconsciously traced the raised threads on her bedsheet. Outside the window, a torrential downpour lashed against the glass, the sound like some ominous countdown. She lifted her wrist, where the faint blue glow beneath her skin had dimmed even further than it had been half an hour ago.
"Lin Mo..." she murmured, her voice drowned out by the shrill alarm of the heart monitor.
The deck swayed violently beneath his feet, and Lin Mo clung to the slippery railing for dear life. The briny seawater, mixed with driving rain, stung his face, and his wounds throbbed with heat. Fifty meters away, Chen Hao’s yacht flickered in and out of sight amidst the towering waves, while the cargo ship that should have been transporting the deep-sea logs tilted and began to sink into the ink-black water.
Chapter 174