Raindrops were still knocking on the cabin roof.
Of course, knocking on the cabin roof and knocking on the sea surface were two completely different sounds. The former was crisper, the latter duller.
At this moment, Fan Qingqing had freed herself from a state of enforced silence, her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, sitting honestly still. She remained motionless, almost as though in meditation, but not quite. Judging from the beating of her heart, she was somewhat nervous.
Wu Lie leaned against the cabin wall, seemingly with his eyes closed in rest, his long and relaxed breathing audible. Despite his injuries, he still had the confidence and composure of a strong man.
Lin Youxie was meditating and regulating his breath. However, his breathing was somewhat disordered, clearly weighed down with heavy thoughts.
All sounds were so clear in Jiang Wang's ears.