As the sky darkens and the sea breeze grows colder, I sense the approach of the night. On this unfamiliar island, the night might be even more challenging.

I decide to address the issue of making a fire as soon as possible. Checking the contents of my bag, I unexpectedly find that the lighter I brought is still functional. It's a good-quality Zippo lighter, a gift from my ex-girlfriend.

Thinking of my ex-girlfriend Qianyi, a trace of melancholy flashes in my eyes. We've been separated for two years, and yet she's also in this plane crash. However, when I see her, there's no sense of joy because she has a middle-aged bald man by her side, her current boyfriend.

Qianyi and I met in college, in the same year and major. Two years after graduation, she joined a foreign company and soon rose to the position of a director. I thought she was very capable, but unexpectedly, I witnessed her intimate scene with that bald man in a car.

According to friends, the bald man comes from an illustrious background; his father used to be the mayor, and his uncle is a billionaire. As for me, I'm just a poor student from the countryside. Being able to go to the city for education is already something my hometown takes great pride in.

Qianyi becoming a director, everyone knows what's going on. She apologized to me in tears, claiming it was just for work and that she truly loved me. I had no forgiveness in my heart, and I've long lost any feelings for her.

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Meeting for the second time after the breakup turned out to be in this plane crash. The bald man recognized me and kept mocking me with his eyes on the plane, flaunting his wealth. I paid no attention to his mockery, only hoping that he would become fish food sooner.

Putting aside these troublesome thoughts, I found some pieces of wood on the beach, likely washed ashore from the plane. I lit a bonfire next to a rock about half a person's height, feeling the flickering flames and warmth.

To dry my soaked clothes better, I took off my jacket and started roasting them by the fire.

Just as I was starting to relax a bit, footsteps behind the rock caught my attention. I peeked out and saw the beautiful flight attendant hobbling towards me.

She had somehow found a piece of cloth to cover her small butt, but she had to use her hands to shield the upper body. Staring at me with her watery eyes, she suddenly said, "Give me your clothes to wear, I..."

I was stunned, finding it hard to believe she could make such a demand with such confidence. The night was growing darker, and she was so indifferent, asking me to give her my clothes to wear?

Ignoring her, I didn't even look at her and shrunk my head back under the rock. After a while, low sobbing sounds reached my ears. I peeked out again, and she was sitting on the beach, crying bitterly, clearly injured and emotionally low.

Hearing my footsteps, she stammered, "Just now... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were trying to save me, I..."

Seeing her like this, my heart softened a bit. I walked over to help her up. However, as soon as I walked out, the petite flight attendant's face instantly turned red, and she pointed at me, screaming.