Su Ming'an withdrew his hand, without touching the photograph.
It was as if he could hear something shattering, the yellow forest split into forward and backward directions.
He turned around and walked towards the coast.
The white-haired, golden-eyed youth calmly watched him, neither holding him back nor calling out. There was a mere "click" as he gently closed the redwood box in his hand.
The ocean burned with fiery afterglow, reflecting the world on the sea's surface. The temperature of the wind increased slightly, like the first breeze of spring.
The reflection stretched very long.
Crash, crash, crash.
The waves continued to surge.
"Well, it's okay, choose the path you think has the highest chance of success. It's okay if you turn and leave." The white-haired youth smiled:
"Forcing you onto my warship and demanding you to dig up my past was never necessary. Even if you continue to dig, probably won't yield a good result."
