Their rooms were not far apart, but when that uneasy feeling enveloped him, the short distance of a few dozen meters made him feel like he was dying.
He hastened his steps and rushed over to open the door, met by a gust of sea-scented wind that nearly made him cough. The giant cruise ship rocked on the sea like a lone leaf, and because he opened the door, the entire room felt like it was about to be blown apart by the sea breeze, scattering everything haphazardly. Steven Balance steadied himself against the door frame and looked up at Aldana Candi, who was sitting by the window. Earlier, when she sat there, the wind might not have been as strong as it was now. Her entire being seemed like it was about to be blown away, her hair and clothes already drenched by the rain.
Seeing him enter, she seemed slightly surprised, turning her head towards him, her delicate, snow-white face showing a hint of bewilderment.
