If You Can Strike It Down, Then It’s Our Loss

The weather was great, the seawater was a clear blue, and the sky was azure. The blue-violet electric light in the distance became the most enchanting smear of color between the sea and sky.

After all the gun smoke that had been in the air, this rare tranquility was even more precious.

Huo Shaoheng bowed his head and kissed Gu Nianzhi, then held on to her as he swam towards the scientific research boat.

Gu Nianzhi recalled how Huo Shaoheng had trembled as he received electric shocks in the seawater and touched his arms while whispering, "Are you still hurting?"

Her voice was barely audible, and it was so slight that it appeared on the verge of being blown away with the wind, yet it struck at the center of Huo Shaoheng's heart, and for some reason it made Huo Shaoheng's eyes water. He was at loss for words, but he held Gu Nianzhi tighter and swam faster.