The distant sound of waves crashing is heard, seagulls flap their wings and circle across the sky; everything is eerily quiet.
In a room of darkness, the young man suddenly opens his eyes.
What kind of eyes were they, as if penetrating through layers of night, traversing life, death, fortune, and grief; tranquil, vast, and joyous, immersed in that black gaze.
Bright enough to dazzle in the night.
Meanwhile, in the far-off Capital City, on a cold, lonely rooftop, Mingyue, lost in thought with arms folded, suddenly raises a hand to her chest, her face paling, and the long-calm, indifferent eyes now filled with incredulous joy.
Master, I finally sense your presence...
The pair of eyes appeared momentarily bewildered.
Where is this?
The sound of waves hitting the shore is heard in my ears; could this be by the seaside?
He sits up, but due to lying in bed for too long, his muscles are stiff, causing him to fall heavily back down.
He takes a deep breath and tries to sit up again.
