As Song Yan's words fell, Bo Qingyu's thin lips sipped slightly, glancing towards the extremely dark area straight ahead.
In the surging black sea.
A small boat approached from afar, not very large.
In the midst of the surges, it was strangely able to maintain balance and move forward as usual.
On that boat stood a person.
A...woman.
Upon seeing the woman's face clearly.
—Qingyu lightly licked the corner of his mouth, an impression flashed through his mind.
"An acquaintance…"
Song Yan glanced at the man next to him, "Friend or foe?"
Bo Qingyu slightly raised his sharp and handsome jawline. A chortle overflowed from his throat, "Who knows."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and said no more.
Eventually, that small boat stopped near them, the woman in the boat looked up at the two of them.
A pair of hollow and pitch-black eyes, seemingly colder than the black sea itself.
"You can't go in."
