So his footsteps unconsciously quickened.
When he finally stepped onto the metal gangway linking the pier to the ship's side.
His gaze instinctively swept over the dense crowd in the reception area ahead.
The next second, Chu Kuanglan's footsteps suddenly nailed to the spot.
Right at the edge of that noisy, surging tide of people, a slender figure was quietly standing there.
The cold wind lifted her dark brown long hair and cream-colored scarf.
Revealing a side profile flushed slightly red from the cold yet still delicately beautiful.
Her eyes were shockingly bright, like a lake filled to the brim with shattered diamonds.
And behind her, a burly veteran was holding high a sign hastily written on cardboard.
On it was his name.
That sign was so conspicuous in the crowd, like a lighthouse in the night.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
...
Beside the high railings of the Ark of Hope's deck.
"Click!"
"Click click!"
"Tsk tsk, this angle is killer!"
