He knew that he was dying, and this was possibly his last breath. What were the final thoughts in one's mind at death's door? Despair? Panic? Hopelessness?
Qin Yinan couldn't tell. The only feeling he had then was a sense of weightlessness; everything had become frivolous, well, everything but one. With the last shred of his clarity, he turned his eyes trying to locate the yacht.
He wanted to know whether the cruise had survived the explosion.
Through the raining sea water, he caught a glimpse of the ship speeding steadily away, and it was then that his palpitating heart started to calm.
Song Song is safe… Qin Yinan felt a wave of thankfulness wash over him, but immediately following that was a wave of melancholy, one that threatened his eyes with tears.