And so the little boat drifted across a sapphire sea, drifting and drifting, while two Little Lolis leaned on the rail, sea breeze twirling around them like playful sprites.

“Hey, mister, slow down! My hair’s whipping so hard I can’t see!” The world before her eyes went pure gold—just flying strands, nothing else.

Joanna, with shorter hair, easily tamed the wind’s mischief and, like a cat at a window, watched the Little Loli wrestling her wild locks.

“OK, I’m slowing now. Just hang in there.” The young driver’s voice came steady, and the yacht gentled, letting the golden-haired Little Loli drink in nature’s wide canvas.

“This sea’s gorgeous. If only we could fish.” Joanna breathed, voice like a hush before sunrise.

“Right—staff said there are rods and bait onboard,” the driver said, sudden realization sparking, and dashed into the cabin like a gull chasing foam.

Soon, each Little Loli held a rod, the two of them standing side by side like twin reeds on a breeze-touched shore.

“Xiaoxue, good thing I didn’t go soft and listen to you back then; otherwise we wouldn’t see all this or have this fun.” Joanna baited the hook and cast, her words skimming the glassy blue. “Weather change? Where, exactly? Look—sky swept clean of clouds.”

“True. Want to race—who hooks a fish first?” The Little Loli flicked her line into the deep, while the young driver dragged a lounger over and sprawled, sun warm as honey.

“Sun on my skin, wind in my hair, a yacht beneath me, beauties in view—this is winning at life,” he said, daydreams bobbing like buoys.

Half an hour later—

“What is this? It’s been forever and not a single bite. Is there no fish here?” Joanna’s patience thinned like a frayed rope.

Xiaoxue let a small smile bloom, calm as moonlight on water. “Give it another minute. Maybe it’ll bite… right about—”

Her rod lurched, sudden and savage. “Whoa, heavy—must be a big one!” She grounded her stance, a flash of red sliding across her eyes; the rod snapped upward under a burst of uncanny strength, and the fish, stunned by the force, arced along the line and smacked onto the deck.

“Ah-ha—first blood’s mine!” The Little Loli bounced, tossing a bright V-sign, joy glimmering like spray in sunlight.

The driver hurried over and dropped the fish into a waiting bucket. “Miss Xiao, lucky you—salmon. I’ll prep it, and we can eat later.” He watched the fish thrash, respect surfacing like a slow tide.

“My luck’s pretty good, then.” Xiaoxue smiled as he helped unhook the line, her beauty like dawn breaking; the grin could topple armies, and it hit him square in the chest.

Joanna saw her driver go down to a single smile and clenched her pearly teeth, anger sharp as hail. “What a creep…”

Before the words finished, her rod bucked, the sea answering on cue.

“My prey finally bit!” A queen’s smile rose on Joanna’s face; unlike the Little Loli’s cheat-code pull, she fought the fish in a quick, tight dance, and a modest tuna splashed into the bucket.

“Nana, nice work~” Xiaoxue praised without stint, warmth like a lantern on a rainy night.

“Had to be,” Joanna said, pride braced like a mast in wind.

After a lunch feast of sea-fresh fish, the two slipped into the cabin to play games. The driver, bored and heavy-lidded, dozed on his lounger, while above, a black mass of cloud sprinted toward the yacht like a stampede of shadows.

With a plop, he slid off the chair. “What the— I was sleeping great!” He rubbed his eyes, and the world had turned to charcoal; wind rose sharp, waves reared white-maned.

“You kidding me? Did I sleep till night?” His phone buzzed, a hard pulse against the chaos. “Hello?”

“Are you the gentleman who rented the boat? We’ve detected a powerful storm moving into your area. Return to port immediately—immediately!” Panic crackled like static through the line.

“Got it. I’ll do my best!” He grabbed the wheel, trying to run the wind like a horse, aiming for home as fast as steel could cut water.

“Nana, look outside—it’s gone black, and a squall’s pounding down!” Xiaoxue felt the boat surge, peeked out, and the scene hit like a bad prophecy—rain like walls, waves like mountains.

“So this is what they meant by weather change? Come on—this looks like the end of the world.” Joanna stared, awe and fear braided like ropes in a storm.

A wave slammed the boat broadside, a beast’s shoulder into a door.

“Ah!” A scream tore from the cockpit. The girls sprinted over, salt stinging their eyes.

The driver had smashed his head on the gunwale and lay unconscious, pale as driftwood. Joanna frowned, worry creasing like cracks in ice.

“Nana, get him into the cabin—leave the helm to me!” Xiaoxue spun, voice tight, resolve hard as iron.

“What? No—if anyone’s driving, it’s me!” Joanna shouted, but Xiaoxue didn’t waste breath; she darted into the cockpit, mind flicking through old lessons like maps.

My dad taught me—this model has an auto-return, a secret button most people never know. Her heart steadied like a candle shielded by hands; her fingers moved fast.

“Found it.” A compact smart nav panel winked alive, emergency-only hardware like a hidden key. “Set… destination… autopilot… done.” What seemed fiddly became effortless under fluent hands.

“Nana, I got it!” Xiaoxue burst back out, and saw Joanna braving rain like knives, hauling the driver toward the cabin.

“I set the yacht to autopilot—it’ll take us home on its own!” she shouted across the storm, words fighting the wind.

“That’s great—” Joanna barely finished when a giant wave reared and crashed at the yacht, a wall of water swallowing light.

“Nana—watch out!” Xiaoxue fired the warning, but the sea was faster; the surge surged, and the small figure before her vanished into the throat of the storm.

“Nana!” Xiaoxue’s cry tore raw, a ribbon in the gale. “Damn it—battle mode!”

Her eyes flared blood-red, and heat-sight painted the dark—one human shape bobbing, sinking, rising, a red ember in black water.

“Hold on, Nana—I’m coming!” She dove without a thought, her speed knifing the waves, impossible as lightning running.

Strength surged in that mode; Xiaoxue reached Joanna and shoved her up through the froth, but the sea gave no mercy. A small waterspout spun nearby, spiraling toward them like a hungry drill.

“Nana, listen.” Xiaoxue held Joanna close, voice firm, while Joanna sputtered, mind fogged from swallowed brine. “I’ll throw you onto the deck. Then get into the cabin and hide. Hear me?”

A breaker smothered them, world turning to cold and weight; Xiaoxue clawed back to air, breath like fire.

“What did you say?” Joanna blinked, not yet catching up. They were already far from the yacht, so Xiao Qianxue gathered everything in her—muscle, will, fury—and hurled her best friend toward the deck.

Body met wood with a brutal thud, the slap of reality waking Joanna like a slap of cold water.

“Xiaoxue, what are you doing—get on board!” Joanna ran to the rail, shouting into wind and spray. Her friend had nearly traded her life to haul her back—“You saved me; if you don’t return, what’s the point!”

“Sorry… Nana…” Xiao Qianxue looked up and gave her a helpless smile, crimson eyes carrying fatigue and relief, a dawn after storm.

She had wrestled typhoon waves, then thrown Joanna that distance across raven water; now she had nothing left. No regret, though—seeing her friend safe put sunlight in her chest.

The golden little figure was swallowed next, the storm’s jaw closing, and the sea kept its secret; not a glint of golden hair surfaced again.

“No!”