Wang Fan had previously watched the sunrise and sunset at Great Border Sairimu Lake, and also on Mount Tai. They were two entirely different kinds of beauty, yet when a red sun leapt out from the sea, it finally proved the saying, "There is always someone better, and there is always a higher sky."
In the dim light of dawn, the ocean was still immersed in tranquility, with a few waves crashing against the ship's hull, creating a pleasant sound.
A faint orange suddenly appeared on the horizon, as if a giant paintbrush had applied a layer of color.
As time passed, the orange deepened into a bright red, like a burning flame leaping along the horizon.
The sun slowly rose from the sea horizon, its outline becoming increasingly clear, and its rays growing ever more dazzling, until the entire ocean was dyed in golden-red.
The ocean surface shimmered, sparkling with golden-red light, like countless diamonds dancing on the water.
