At this moment, what can I possibly say?

When I realized that he had risked his life to save me from the vast, perilous sea, any little grievance I held against him shattered completely.

All I could do was hold him tightly by the neck, crying as I confessed:

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I was being overly dramatic. I was wrong, Kent, I was wrong..."

He didn't dodge. He looked significantly better than moments ago. His low brows kissed away the tears at the corner of my eyes.

He sighed sadly, holding me tightly in his arms; the grip was intense:

"All right, stop crying. Damn it, I can't...