On the deck, Gladyce was leaning against the railing. Seeing Simon running over, she had a vague feeling that she had experienced it before.
"Gladyce!"
As he approached, Simon almost took a step forward, as if she was flying over.
Coincidentally, a wave was raised, causing Gladyce to stumble as she held on to the railing.
Simon was shocked. She was already in front of her and hugged her in an instant.
"How is it?"
"Ugh—"
Gladyce didn't fall down. She suddenly covered her mouth with her hands and frowned, as if she was about to throw up.
But there was no trash can here. Simon hurriedly took off her coat and held it in her hand.
"I'll throw up!"
Gladyce forced herself to shake her head, but she couldn't resist her physiological reaction. She lowered her head and threw up.
The air was suddenly filled with sour smell, mixed with the fishy smell of the sea. It was hard to describe.
Simon didn't care about that. She just stared at Gladyce's pale face. "Gladyce is..."