Later, for a long time, Shao Feng liked to do something like this:
Barefooted, she walked on the soft beach, facing the morning sun and the sunset. She let the waves hit her feet and felt the waves of laughter. It was as if she, who loved to laugh, had never left.
If he opened his arms, he could feel her giggling as she threw herself into his embrace. With her arms around his neck, it was a passionate kiss. That kiss could make one forget what night it was.
But now, when he opened his eyes, all he could see was a sea breeze that came and went in a hurry. It was hot and carried the fishy smell of the sea. In an instant, it disappeared into the vast world, and he could not catch anything.
Day after day, his longing was a disaster, torturing him.
Especially on a day like today.
