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With Song Mingjian's few words that explained the reason, Xiao Lengyan was no longer in the mood to joke. "Hurry, go quickly, there are my men over there, you need to call for help at any time."

When they arrived at the cruise ship company, Song Ming followed the police and rescue teams to the sea area. The sea was still a mess, the storm was much lighter, cold raindrops hitting his face, it was extremely cold.

The corpses of the victims were retrieved one by one. Ninety-nine percent of them were already dead. Every time Song Ming saw a corpse, the fear in his heart increased.

However, as long as it wasn't Gu Xiangling, every shred of hope in his heart would be raised. If he didn't see her body, he wouldn't give up. Finally, the corpse of a staff member was pulled out and Song Mingjian nearly fainted. Gu Xiangling lived with the staff. Does this mean that she …

He didn't dare to think about it. He couldn't imagine a day without Gu Xiangling.

Dawn arrived late and the storm finally stopped. A rising sun rose from the sea surface, illuminating the magnificent scene on the surface of the sea. Even after the evil nature had taken its place, it still looked so beautiful.

The rescue frogman dived into the water and reported that there was a response from inside when the ship was struck, indicating that there were still living people in the wreck. The Marine Department decided to send divers to search inside the ship for rescue.

A domineering command ship came crashing down, and among its commanders was the Premier of the State Council. Heard of the rapid flow of water, not conducive to rescue. He decisively ordered: Adjust the outflow from the four gorges, slowing the rising water level.

Song Ming was extremely worried. He retrieved the bodies of the employees one by one. All of them … They were all dead. The life that had been fresh and lively twenty-four hours ago had now turned into an ice-cold body.

He took a deep breath. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen when Gu Xiangling's cold corpse appeared in front of him.

The rescue efforts continued for several days. Song Ming could not leave his spot, he could not eat nor could he sleep. Ou Shihao had rushed over to him over and over to comfort him, but it had no effect.

On the fifth day of the rescue, Gu Xiangling's body was not recovered. When they heard the rescuer report, "Repeatedly using a life detector, but no signs of life." Song Ming's sword rushed towards the seaside like a madman. If not for Ou Shihao joining forces with a few policemen to catch him, he would have already jumped into the sea.

Early in the morning on the sixth day, when the cruise ship set out to sea and saw the words "Jewels of the Royal Palace" appear, the family members present, who held onto a glimmer of hope, rushed towards the ferry in groups.

Song Ming's sword insisted on bringing along the broken tools to the interior of the ship. The interior of this luxurious cruise ship was in ruins, and the once flourishing beauty could still be vaguely seen.

Corpses with distorted faces were scattered around, and they were still in a struggling posture. Song Mingjian did not see Gu Xiangling's corpse after walking around the entire ship.

But he had no hope that she was still alive. At the time of the accident, there weren't any other ships in the sea. Coupled with the fact that the wind and waves were so strong and Gu Xiangling's swimming skills were average, how could she possibly still be alive?

Gu Xiangling's name had been added to the list of several hundred missing persons.

Basically equal to... Death.

One white flower after another splashed into the water, as families and rescuers and nearby residents bid farewell to the victims. The mournful music was like a mournful story, and the mournful wails were unending. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwang@@

Song Ming's sword stood at the edge of the sea. The sea breeze blew his sleeves and his clothes fluttered in the wind. After a few days of not taking care of himself, his normally clean jaw was now covered with bits and pieces of beard stubble. His lips were cracked, his face was sallow, and his eyes were red and swollen. He looked as if he had aged several years.

Ou Shihao tried to persuade him, "Director Song, if your heart is in pain, just cry. If you cry, you'll feel better."

Only after a long time did he finally hear Song Mingjian's hoarse voice as he asked, "She … Is he dead? "

Ou Shihao couldn't answer. He didn't want to say that cruel answer. If he didn't say it, then he would leave Song Mingjian with a sliver of hope.

The surface of the sea was blue, calm like a satin. Occasionally, there would be a white, snow-like seagull that would float by, and when the sky and sea intersected, a slim figure would vaguely appear.

What a familiar figure. Song Mingjian took a deep breath and looked at her. She slowly turned his head and gave him a light smile. That's right, it was Gu Xiangling! It was her!

"Xiang Ling!" Song Mingjian cried out in joy as he ran in her direction. In a few steps he was in the sea, and the water was rapidly wetting his trousers, and the shells had cut his calves. He completely ignored it and only wanted to run over and embrace that figure in his arms.

"Director Song, come back!" Ou Shihao was shocked. Where was Gu Xiangling? It must be because Song Mingjian was in too much pain, causing him to hallucinate.

Song Ming's sword did not seem to hear him and in the blink of an eye, he had completely jumped into the ocean. Song Ming seemed to not be able to hear him and in the blink of an eye, he completely jumped into the ocean. It didn't take long for him to sink down. As he shouted for help, he swam over to save him.

"Director Song, please wake up. That's not your wife, it's your hallucination!" Ou Shihao shouted with all his might and finally swam to Song Mingjian's side. Song Mingjian had a stomach full of seawater and his handsome face was cut by the shell several times.

When they heard the sound, the volunteers and Ou Shihao dragged Song Mingjian to the shore. After rescuing him, Song Mingjian vomited all the seawater in his stomach and opened his eyes.

"Director Song, can you please pull yourself together? The reason you're tormenting yourself like this is because you want your wife to … Do you want to rest in peace? " Ou Shihao turned his head to the side, and a few tears fell from his eyes. The heavens were truly blind. Song Mingjian and Gu Xiangling were about to get married, yet they still arranged for such a tragedy.

Song Ming's sword lay silently on the beach. The azure sky was as clear as a bath, profound and unpredictable. Where does the soul go after death? After a person died, would the emotions that went through so many twists and turns, disappear along with the stopping of one's breathing?

Xiang Ling, Xiang Ling, if you're dead, then you're alive. Then, even if the Heaven Bless Jade falls from the Yellow Springs and ascends into the earth, I will still seek out your soul.

"In order to feel for the Emperor, I taught him to be attentive. Empty control of Qi is like electricity, rising into the sky and seeking the earth all the time. "The sky is clear and the earth is clear. There are no signs of life in sight …" Song Mingjian recited the sentences in a soft voice, they were fragmented and almost inaudible.

Ou Shihao tried his best to listen, but could only make out a few words. Damn it, Song Mingjian couldn't have been overly stimulated and turned into a fool, right? He patted Song Mingjian's face as if he did not feel anything, and continued to mutter to himself.

"..." But the heart is like gold, and we will meet again on this earth. " Song Mingjian felt the heartache in his heart as if it was about to suffocate him. In the past, when he had seen "Everlasting Songs", he had only felt that this poem was extremely moving. Today, he finally felt the infinite desolation of the poem.