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Waves rolled ashore intermittently, the snow-white foam gently brushing her face. They resembled the passionate eyes of Medusa, yet also evoked the ever-looming Sword of Damocles.

Yao Qin's eyes fluttered open, her last memories frozen at the moment the plane came apart. But those thoughts were now cast aside. In an instant, she realized she had escaped the clutches of danger