The cold and biting sea water was about to swallow my consciousness, and a hot hand pulled me back to the world.
He opened his eyes in embarrassment and ran into the clear blue after the storm.
Somehow, I blurted out to my savior: "Please... Please marry me!"
Amid Sonny's roar of laughter, the blond chef's cigarette fell to the ground in surprise.
I thought it was just a drowning gaffe.
Until the curse of the "Sea Listener" was torn apart by the icy muzzle, the naval fleet, like a steel behemoth, forced the partners into a desperate situation.
To protect them, I walked towards the cage. Under the moonlight, his blood-stained hands tightly grasped my wrist bones.
My fingertips touched his blood-stained collar for the last time, and I apologized softly: "I can't... Marry you."
He was silent, broke the necklace, and put an old silver ring stained with blood on my neck.
Amidst the smoke, his voice penetrated the sea breeze and burned into the soul:
"Stay alive."
"Wait until I pick you up."
Intent: In the abyss of darkness and the shackles of fate, love and protection are the lights that pierce despair and ignite hope.
