In an instant, Margaret's heart felt like a balloon full of anger was pierced by a needle, sprinting and venting down the ladder that had embarrassed her before jumping into the yacht, slamming the throttle and relaxing.
The speed of the yacht is as fast as the weak soul in her heart wants to rush out. After the death of the 16-year-old family, the painful loneliness, the lasting strength, the inevitable strength, were completely diluted the moment she fell into the water. Dissolution, replaced by rare calmness and long-lost tenderness, is like a hot, red and shiny iron intruding into cold water.
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