The man scattered his black hair, holding a branch and stirring the fire flames. His sculpture-like figure was covered with a soft glow under the bonfire.
This face had already been branded on Xia Nuan's mind.
"Ye Sichen? You are not dead?"
Xia Nuan retracted herself gradually. Thinking of what happened before, she was still scared.
As the fishing boat was about to turn back to Zhongshan, there was a sudden typhoon. Then the fishing boat fell into the sea. Paul and Dawson were dispersed. At that time, Xia Nuan and Ye Sichen couldn't do anything for them. They tried to escape, but they were involved in the waves.
There was a moment that she thought Ye Sichen would die. Unconsciously, endless fear crawled up on her.
"What? You want me to die?" Ye Sichen raised his eyebrows and looked a
