"Who is there?" Lucas felt it.
She wanted to escape, but it was too late. He had already moved quickly in front of her. His deep dark eyes gave out a fierce cold light in the darkness.
"Miss Eva, is that you?" His tone was like a cold sea breeze.
"I'm a little thirsty. I want to get some water to drink." She explained.
His sharp eyes swept over her face, and then turned back to pour a cup of water in front of the bar counter, walking back and handed it to her.
"Thank you." She took the cup and took a sip, and then walked to the railing.
He poured a glass of brandy and came to her side. "My wife always says that she can talk and sing."
She was stunned and turned her head to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the sea surface. He looked so focused as if he was listening to her.
The sea was surging, and the sound of the tide rolling down and forth echoed in the empty beach in the night sky.
Those voices were like a complicated song, a wonderful combination of countless whispers.
She raised the corner of her mouth and a faint smile rose slowly and gracefully in the dark night. "Yes, the sea can speak, the moon can sing, and the night can eat. She is endlessly telling a lot of stories. It's a pity that people in this world are too impetuous. They pursue money and fame all their lives, and few of them are willing to calm down and listen to the story of the sea. "
He was shocked and turned to look at her. There was a trace of surprise in his exploring eyes, as if he had discovered a place that interested him from his cold appearance.
She also looked at him, a pair of foggy big eyes gleaming in the moonlight night, "so I think the person who can hear the sea must be the incarnation of an angel, with a pure heart."
The incarnation of an angel? He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a dull look.
The sea breeze blew up her hair. Her hair just swept gently across his face, which made him tremble like a string being touched.
As if escaping from something, he quickly looked away and looked at the night sky.
"Sophia, she is an angel." His voice was so deep and powerful like the sound from the deep cloud sky. God didn't want her to stay on earth for too long, so he took her away. He gazed at the stars in the sky as a meteor quietly brushed past the night sky. The sadness on his face was like a flash of lightning, which disappeared in the blink of an eye and was buried deeply in his heart.
"Mr. Lucas, maybe your wife is watching you from heaven. Seeing you so sad, she must be worried in heaven. She must hope you can find happiness again. " Eva's voice came with the tide. For some reason, the sorrow on his face made her heart ache. He was her enemy. She should be tough. Mercy to the enemy was cruelty to herself. She couldn't have any sympathy. Absolutely not.
Lucas fell into silence. His heart was like the hallway that had been destroyed. There was no life in it. For him, happiness had already been a luxury.
"Mr. Lucas, it's too late. I should go now. You should go to bed early." Eva walked towards the cabin. Before she went in, she couldn't help but look back. This figure really looked like... She stopped, swallowed hard, and washed her sorrows away.
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In order to watch the sunrise, Daisy got up very early.
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