Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

The boat was arranged by Wu Sansheng. He rushed over as soon as he received Wu Wei's message and finally arrived in time.

Several people came down from the boat and helped Wu Wei lift Zhang Qiling onto the boat and place him on a soft cushion.

Wu Wei followed and flipped over the ship's side. The moment his feet landed on the deck, he was still somewhat dazed.

The sea breeze seeped into his soaked clothes, making him shiver slightly from the cold.

Upon seeing Wu Sansheng and Hei Xiazi on the deck, the redness that had not yet faded in her peach blossom eyes welled up with new tears.

He opened his arms and ran towards one of them.

Wu Sansheng felt a sudden pang of sadness as he watched Wu Wei, whose eyes were red and swollen, run towards him.

This child has rarely cried since he was little, so he must be really terrified to see him like this.

He took two steps forward, opened his arms, and prepared to catch his unusually vulnerable nephew.

But Wu Wei ran straight past him and hugged Hei Xiazi tightly.

Wu Sansheng's arm froze in mid-air: "..."

He turned around and watched as Wu Wei buried his face in the black bear's shoulder, secretly grinding his teeth.

Old Wu's family had raised this child for over twenty years, and he was the only one on this ship who was actually his third uncle, yet this kid didn't even glance at him.

Hei Xiazi was knocked back half a step by Wu Wei, and suddenly found himself in his arms a wet and cold person.

In that instant, Hei Xiazi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense since the explosion, finally settled back into place.

"You're blind, you're alright, you're alright." Wu Wei's voice was choked with sobs, a muffled sound coming from his chest.

Hei Xiazi lowered his eyes, looking at Wu Wei's soaked hair and trembling shoulders.

He slowly raised his uninjured arm, put it around Wu Wei's back, gently patted him, and suppressed the trembling in his voice: "I'm fine."

The moment the seawater rushed in, Hei Xiazi saw Wu Wei and Zhang Qiling, and he swam desperately towards them.

The shattered rocks forced him and Wu Wei to separate.

He searched in the water for a long time until he ran out of oxygen before swimming to the surface.

Luckily, they encountered Wu Sansheng's boat, but the worst thoughts kept flashing through their minds.

The possibility of Wu Wei's death made him feel suffocated.

When Hei Xiazi finally saw Wu Wei on the boat, he wanted to jump down and hug him.

But my body felt numb, and my hands and feet wouldn't obey my commands.

He could only stare intently at Wu Wei, unsure if it was just his imagination.

Wu Wei tightened his grip on his arm.

Hei Xiazi could feel the warm liquid soaking into the fabric on his shoulder—Wu Wei's tears.

The tears Wu Wei shed for him stirred up indescribable emotions in his chest.

My heart felt like it had been slowly cut open with a dull knife; it was both painful and astringent.

Hei Xiazi tried to sound more relaxed, raising his hand to pat Wu Wei on the back: "It's alright, it's alright."

He then added, feigning sarcasm, "Don't tell me you're crying. Young Master, you can't lose face like this."

Wu Wei wiped his tears on Hei Xiazi's clothes and finally let go.

He sniffed, turned to Wu Sansheng, his voice still a little hoarse: "Third Uncle."

Wu Sansheng: "..."

I finally remembered him?

Before he could speak, Wu Wei's gaze fell on Hei Xiazi's bleeding arm.

He tensed up again, grabbing Hei Xiazi's wrist: "Where are you hurt? How serious is it?"

Black Bear shook his head: "It's nothing, no bones are broken."

Wu Wei quickly turned to Wu Sansheng beside him and asked, "Third Uncle, do you have any medicine?"

Wu Sansheng: "..."

I thought of him again.

He waved his hand helplessly, and Panzi, who was standing next to him, smiled and went to bring over the first aid kit.

Wu Wei took the medicine box, let Hei Xiazi sit down on the gunwale, and squatted down in front of him, carefully cutting open the tattered sleeve with a knife.

The wounds on my arm were fully exposed, with several intersecting cuts, the edges of which had turned white from being soaked in seawater.

When the iodine solution was applied to the wound, the muscles in Hei Xiazi's arm tensed slightly.

Wu Wei immediately softened his movements even more, asking in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

Looking at Wu Wei's pained face, Hei Xiazi felt a string in his heart being repeatedly plucked.

The words "This little injury is nothing" just wouldn't come out; instead, her mouth involuntarily uttered a single word: "It hurts."

Wu Wei moved even more gently, getting closer and softly blowing air onto the wound.

The warm breath fell on the wound, making Black Bear's arm even more tense.

Wu Wei looked up at him: "Will it feel any better?"

Hei Xiazi turned his head away, not wanting Wu Wei to see his expression.

Staring at the gray-blue sea outside the ship's side, his voice was a little hoarse: "Much better."

After bandaging Hei Xiazi, Wu Wei carefully stuffed the end of the gauze in place before asking Hei Xiazi how he ended up on the boat.

Hei Xiazi withdrew his arm. "When I swam up, I happened to run into Master Wu's boat."

Wu Wei turned around, his eyes still red, and looked at Wu Sansheng, saying, "Third Uncle, thank goodness for you."

Wu Sansheng was still feeling down.

But seeing Wu Wei's hair sticking wetly to his forehead, his lips white from the cold, and his eyes red and pitiful like a rabbit looking at him, the gloom in his heart vanished instantly.

Wu Sansheng sighed and asked in a softer voice, "Are you hurt?"

Wu Wei shook his head.

Wu Sansheng grabbed a dry towel from the side and tossed it to Wu Wei.

"Go dry yourself off first, we'll talk after we get off the boat."

Wu Wei took it and wiped it clean, then sat quietly with Hei Xiazi next to the cushion where Zhang Qiling was lying.

When the boat docked at that pier, Wu Wei said to Wu Sansheng, "Third Uncle, please keep an eye on Xiao Ge for me."

Wu Sansheng nodded, and Wu Wei was the first to disembark.

Hei Xiazi probably knew what Wu Wei wanted to do, and followed him around worriedly.

Wu Wei followed the route he remembered and found the whistle's house.

When they knocked on the door of the whistle-whistle's house, it was Old Jiang, who had already arrived home, who opened the door.

Upon seeing Wu Wei and Hei Xiazi, he looked as if he had seen a ghost and staggered back a step.

He stammered, "You...you...aren't you dead?"

Wu Wei's expression instantly turned icy. "Who told you we were dead?"

Old Jiang stammered, "The girl who came back with me said it... She was covered in wounds and said that you all died down there, and she was the only one left."

"Where is she now?" Wu Wei pressed.

"They left as soon as they got off the ship."

"When did you get back?"

Old Jiang didn't hide anything, and after calculating the time, he said, "It's been half an hour."

Wu Wei and Hei Xiazi exchanged a glance; they couldn't catch up.

Wu Wei suppressed the turmoil in his heart, composed himself, and said to Old Jiang, "Excuse me."

He and Black Bear turned and left.

Old Jiang closed the door with lingering fear, then turned back to his wife in the inner room and muttered, "Getting old, she almost scared me to death."