Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 174

whispered, “As I will not live for long, I want to tell you something.” Shing leaned
towards him. “I am the deposed emperor. It’s been my secret for a long time. It’s good to
tell someone before I die.” Shing gasped. He had never thought about it. But it was also
logical. After all, the most dangerous place is the safest place! Suddenly, Shing felt that his
clothes before his chest was wet and soon turned red. He was stabbed too! The deposed
emperor smiled weakly, “At least my secret is safe with you forever…”
“Hey, wake up!” Shing heard somebody calling him. He could feel seawater in his mouth.
He coughed the water out. He found himself on the lifeboat. Was it a dream? It didn’t
matter to Shing. He knew that it was a voyage that he would never forget.