Naval Gun

As he spoke, the old man glanced upward, as if recalling events from the past.

"What happened afterward?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"An accident..." The old man's voice seemed choked by something. After a brief pause, he continued, "An accident took her away. It was also to escape my longing for her that I left Luntam City, left that place."

"She was so kind, and so clever. I often wondered—if none of this had happened, perhaps everything would have turned out differently."

As he spoke, the old man lifted his glass and took another drink.

The two fell silent again as the ship continued to sway gently with the waves.

The middle-aged man also raised his glass and took a small sip. "This was not your fault. She would not want to see you trapped in pain either."

"I hope so."

The next day, Shanala got up, took out a new bra from her Spatial Ring, slipped her arms through it, and patted the man beside her. "Help me fasten this. You really have no awareness at all."

"I don't like this one." Wu Heng sat up and helped fasten the clasp behind her.

Shanala rolled her eyes at him. "I'm wearing it to go out, not for you to see."

"That's true." After fastening it, Wu Heng gently kissed the Elf Race's distinctive ear.

"Still not enough kissing?" Shanala reached back and touched his cheek, her face full of affection.

Then she asked curiously, "How did your skin become so good?"

At some point, Wu Heng's skin had become this nice. It was not only fair, but also carried a sort of sheen.

It also felt as though its toughness had improved somewhat.

"Has it?" Wu Heng asked back.

He actually understood. It was the change brought