(Start reading from Chapter 7)
The wind on the coastline never tells the truth.
She climbed out of the deep sea with unhealed injuries, a shady past, and a fresh blood feud. The old lung disease tortures her day and night, and the scars on her arms are a constant reminder that she is no longer a person who can rest assured.
He is guarding this sea, as silent as a rock, with a tall and straight body, and the past that no one knows is hidden in his eyes. He saved her, but never asked any questions; he protected her, but never forced her to stay. The waiting outside the ward, the warm medicine in the middle of the night, and the stability in the wind and waves are all like the sea, bottomless.
She thought revenge was over and her life would be empty.
She thought that by escaping from everything, she would no longer be a drag on anyone.
But after an accident and looking back, she discovered:
Some encounters are not coincidences, but fate.
Some light only appears at the darkest times.
Some shores only wait for the most tired ship to dock.
She was covered in scars, but he guarded her silently.
The storm has not calmed down, but my heart has risen.
This time, she didn't know whether to believe it or not, but she couldn't bear to leave anymore.
