"The people from our village risked taking the fishing boat out to save you. Then, they brought you here to me. It was nighttime, the wind was strong, and the rain was pouring down; we only saw you, alone."
Gu Xinzhou listened quietly, tears gradually filling her eyes.
Song Zhen...
Song Zhen...
She wiped away her tears with determination and told herself, "Don't cry, he must be fine!"
Xiaoliang asked, "Were you out at sea with your family?"
"My husband, we were taking wedding photos, and we knew there was a small typhoon. We planned to head back by three in the afternoon, but the boat broke down and the typhoon made landfall two hours earlier than expected."
Gu Xinzhou concealed the fact that someone had set them up.
She thought these matters were too complicated and there was no need to trouble her rescuers with such details.
