Huang Yue's POV:
The fishing boat cut through the dark waves, its engine a low growl beneath my feet, vibrating up my aching legs as I clung to the railing. The cold bit into my bruised skin, the salt spray stinging the cuts on my face, but I barely felt it. My heart pounded with a mix of dread and resolve, my eyes fixed on the horizon where Shanghai's faint glow pulsed like a warning. Li Mei was coming for us—Island B, Wuhan, everything we'd fought to hold—and I was the weak link, the ghost whose past had dragged us into this storm.
