The journey afterwards went smoothly; the pseudo-fishermen they encountered on the deserted island never caught up to the two of them.
In the blink of an eye, they drifted at sea for another seven or eight days.
During those seven or eight days, both of them on the boat were like mutes; neither said a word to each other.
When Zhong Lingling looked at Baoer's corpse, she felt sad from time to time, uncontrollably crying in sorrow, yet during this period, Zhong Lingling never saw Bingqing shed a single tear for Baoer's death.
Zhong Lingling truly felt it was unfair for Baoer.
She loved Bingqing all her life, and she died shielding Bingqing from an arrow, yet Bingqing didn't even furrow her brow because of it.
Zhong Lingling increasingly felt Bingqing was cold-blooded.
Before, she used to dote on Bingqing, almost worshipping Bingqing like a myth, but now, because of Baoer's death, Bingqing's image in her heart plummeted!
