The sky was a clear blue, and the ocean was vast. She stood on the deck, the sea breeze brushing her cheeks. B City was getting farther and farther away from her, as was the increasingly distant and blurred figure of Shao Zixun in his wheelchair.
Goodbye, Brother Zixun…
Hopefully, we'll never meet again.
Who owns this yacht, Nian Duoduo didn't know, and she'd never met them. The yacht could hold over ten thousand people, as large as an independent city. She had a spacious room all to herself. Except for the times she would silently wander the deck in the dead of night, watching the night sky and feeling the tranquility at the heart of the sea, she kept to herself.
The vast, undulating sea offered her endless solitude and peace. She longed to leap into it, to merge with the deep blue water and become one, eternally.
Tonight, she was particularly contemplative.
