Sang Qing and several other illegal immigrants were locked in a small room in the ship's cabin, guarded by police officers outside.
The ship was enormous and didn't move very fast at sea, but the waves were rising and falling, and the ship was rocking, making Sang Qing, who had never been on a ship before, feel dizzy.
She leaned against the window, which was slightly ajar, letting in a salty sea breeze that ruffled her long chestnut hair.
Sang Qing gagged a few times, and several illegal immigrants nearby cast sympathetic glances at her. But everyone was struggling to survive, and there was nothing they could do but sympathize.
Shortly after, the police opened the door and told them all to come out.
Sang Qing, suppressing her discomfort, staggered out of the cabin. The ship had reached international waters, far from Britain, and beyond lay the European continent.
These illegal immigrants all came from mainland Europe and will be forcibly deported.
But Sang Qing is not.
She has lived in Manchester since childhood, and the idea of "deportation" is utterly absurd and ironic to her. Where should she be "deported" to? And where should she "return" to?
Her mind went blank.
Private boats drift by sporadically on the high seas. These boat owners are in the business of taking stowaways back to where they belong and charging a fare.
"Let's go!" The officer's voice was icy, and Sang Qing suddenly snapped back to reality.
She turned her head and met the officer's mocking gaze.
"Miss, have a safe journey! And please don't come to England again!"
“I…” Sang Qing’s face was pale, and the rocking of the large ship made her feel nauseous.
"Let's go quickly." The Gypsy grandmother was also on the boat, and she looked at her with a complicated expression.
Sang Qing's eyes were filled with bitterness. "Where should I go?"
"Go back to where you came from!" Grandma smiled bitterly. "I smuggled myself here from France. I've been away for so many years, it's time for me to go back now."
“Sunny, if you really have nowhere to go, how about coming to France with me? We Gypsies are nomads, we can live anywhere!”
After saying that, the old man called for a boat, jumped aboard, and began to haggle with the boatman.
Looking at the boundless open sea, Sang Qing was momentarily lost in thought. A wave of sadness washed over her; she longed to jump into the sea—death was far easier than life.
"Hey, Sunny!" the Gypsy grandma called to her. "Want to come over? I can give you a discount if there are two people!"
Sang Qing took a deep breath; the police officers behind her were already showing signs of impatience. She had no choice but to jump onto the boat when a loud noise came from the sky.
A helicopter suddenly appeared above the large ship, blocking out the sunlight. Sang Qing felt the surroundings darken abruptly, and the roar of its massive rotors filled her ears. The ship's officers immediately changed their expressions and fired warning shots!
However, a moment later the captain came out and gestured for the officers to put down their guns.
The helicopter has already sent a signal to the large ship, and its presence here is legal.
The officers put their guns away, the sailors began to give instructions, and the helicopter quickly landed on the deck.
The airflow from the rotating propeller made it impossible for Sang Qing to open her eyes.
The next second, as if in a dream, she saw that familiar figure slowly step out of the helicopter, like a god descending from the sky.
Sang Qing's heart almost stopped beating.
She stared at him blankly, thinking she would never see him again in this lifetime.
Nie Xin slowly walked up to her, the sound of her heels hitting the deck heavy and loud.
In the sunlight, only his figure could be seen in Sang Qing's deep brown eyes.
Looking at her thin face, Nie Xin desperately suppressed the urge to slap her... This brat, why is she so dazzling? Even going to the film set, she can be filmed and end up in the police's hands!
And where did all her usual quick wit go? She clearly has someone on her side at the police station; is it really that hard for her to find a way to call him?!
Having come to the high seas without a word, are they really planning to never return?
Nie Xin felt extremely choked up.
He wanted to yell at her, hit her, and vent his anger on her.
But what I want to do even more is hold her in my arms...
Nie Xin let out a long breath and turned to look at the police officer.
“I’ll take this person with me.”
"What?"
The police officer and Sang Qing were both stunned.
"Uncle, no..."
"Shut up!" Nie Xin yelled at Sang Qing.
Sang Qing's heart skipped a beat, a wave of grievance washed over her, and her nose stung with tears.
"This is international waters, isn't it?"
“That’s right…” the officer frowned, “It’s international waters.”
"You're responsible for escorting this person out of the country, right?"
"right."
"Once she leaves England, you won't interfere with where she goes?"
Everything he said was true, and the police officer could only nod in agreement.
Nie Xin stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Sang Qing's shoulder.
He enveloped the little Sang Qing completely; his embrace felt like a warm and safe harbor, bringing tears to her eyes involuntarily.
"She's my fiancée! She should have come with me!"
...
Sang Qing sat by the window, the vast sea still stretching out below, and she still felt dizzy.
The difference is that an hour ago she was sitting on a boat, and an hour later she was in a helicopter.
"Take a nap if you're tired." The man next to me tossed me a blanket. "I'll wake you when we get there."
Sang Qing shrank back, not daring to speak.
She secretly glanced at this unpredictable man.
Just now on the deck, he arrived by helicopter, embraced her in front of everyone, announced that she was his fiancée, and then took her away in front of everyone...
It all felt like a dream.
A feeling of happiness, sweet as honey, seeped into her heart, but she dared not tell anyone and could only enjoy it secretly by herself.
However, she didn't know why he had such a gloomy face.
Is he angry with himself?
She remembered that night, and her face flushed red.
“Uncle…” She gripped the glass, her fingers tapping nervously on the rim, her voice barely audible, “Actually, actually, I’ve been wanting to explain this to you. That night I… I drank too much, I couldn’t control myself, I…”
“Uncle, I’m sorry, I know I made a mistake… but what’s done is done, and all I can do is try my best to make it up to you. And…”
She raised her large, cold eyes. "Besides, you're an adult, you shouldn't be too bothered by this kind of thing, right?"
Nie Xin's eyes widened, and he turned to stare at her.
He was somewhat shocked. What nonsense was this girl spouting?
Adults? Don't care?
Also, does she want to make it up to him?
Who does this brat think she is!
Even if nothing happened that night, she doesn't need to make amends!
Nie Xin felt an even greater tightness in his chest, and all the blood in his body was rushing into his cardiovascular system, threatening to give him a heart attack.
He suddenly stood up from his seat, took a long stride and strode directly onto her seat, his hands slamming against the backrest with a "thud," thus trapping Sang Qing firmly in his arms.
Those expressive eyes were filled with fear and surprise.
"Uncle, you..."
"I'm asking you," Nie Xin's deep voice, like a cello, "what exactly do you think of me?"
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