in the cabin room.

Feeling the body of the girl in his arms as cold as frost, especially when the hands holding the IPAD were even more icy, the distress and gloom in Qingluo's eyes could not be covered.

There are two rooms under the hatch with opposite doors.

He watched his sister go back to the room in the evening, because he was worried that something would happen to his sister, so he specially stayed at the door and listened carefully to the movements for a long time.

It wasn't until his men contacted him through the special network that he had to close the door to his room and start taking care of some things that his sister wouldn't know.

At first, he was distracted by the movement outside the door while he was dealing with the mail.

But later, because there were too many things to deal with and too complicated, his attention gradually fell on the computer in front of him.

All the way up to two minutes ago.

When he just replied to the content of an email and felt a little tired, he suddenly realized that the time seemed to have passed a long time, and he hurriedly looked at the time in the upper right corner of the computer screen, and then realized that he had been working until four o'clock in the morning.

He hurriedly opened the door and listened to the movement of the opposite room, and after standing for a few minutes, he finally couldn't suppress the delusion in his heart, and gently opened the door on the other side.

Originally, he just wanted to quietly watch his sister's sleeping face for a while and then quietly leave with a goodnight kiss, but he didn't think that the moment he opened the door, he unexpectedly didn't see his sister in the room.

And there was only a lone pair of crooked shoes next to the bed.

At that moment, he only felt the blood flowing backwards all over his body, and after his head buzzed, he turned pale and ran towards the cabin.

He prides himself on being very skilled, and on a normal day, he can be on deck in a matter of seconds on this two-story yacht.

But this time....

It was also only a few seconds, countless thoughts were flying in his mind, and he faintly found that his feet were a little weak, even his breathing was disordered and he was panting, and his eyes were red without warning.

Why isn't my sister in the room....

Why did my sister leave the room without even wearing shoes....

Is sister on deck?

When did my sister go to the deck?

Sister.... Is my sister still on deck?

All kinds of bad thoughts rushed through his mind messily and quickly, and he almost stumbled from the stairwell to the deck.

What caught his eye was that the person he had put on the tip of his heart was standing at the front of the deck with his iPad slightly lowered his eyes, and less than ten centimeters away from her was the constant lapping of the yacht's water.

Then he ran like crazy.

.....

didn't dare to continue thinking about it, Qingluo pulled back his thoughts violently, trying not to let himself delve into what the person in his arms wanted to do at that time.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Isn't my sister still safe in his arms?

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Qingge is sick.

The illness was sudden and severe.

Because the virus infected by Wei Wei has not yet recovered, and now because of the physical and mental exhaustion caused by running around several places to confirm Si Yan's death, after confirming Si Yan's true death, he blew the frozen sea breeze on the deck for an unknown number of hours on the sea in the middle of the night, and on the same night, Qingge suddenly launched a high fever, and the whole person was deep in a dream, and no matter how much medicine was used, he couldn't wake up.

"Didn't you say that it was just a fever caused by excessive fatigue? Why are people still unconscious? Looking at Qingge who was still in a coma lying on the bed, Qingluo's eyes were full of anger.