Wei Tianming and Miao Lingyu snuggled together to watch the sunset.
Unconsciously, the sky darkened.
"Xiao Miao, the sea breeze will be very cold at night. Shall we go inside the cabin?"
Wei Tianming asked considerately.
"Okay."
The two supported each other as they walked toward the cabin.
Suddenly, the ship shook as if it had hit something.
As a former intelligence operative, Miao Lingyu quickly stabilized her body.
She grabbed onto Wei Tianming beside her.
"This isn't good. The ship might have hit a reef."
After steadying himself, Wei Tianming said with a look of terror on his face.
"Mr. Wei, this is bad! The steering of our ship has failed for some reason, and we can't control the direction anymore."
The captain came running over in a panic.
"What?"
Miao Lingyu's face immediately turned pale.
"Didn't we perform a thorough check before departure?" Wei Tianming asked.