Lu Jiuyuan stood silently to the side, his sharp gaze seemingly wanting to pierce through the thick night, to see the secrets in the depths of the ocean.
Wei Banmeng had her hands in her trench coat pockets, the sea breeze ruffling her hair. Her cool face was lit by the ship's lights, her eyes somewhat vacant.
Fang Qingyu stood at the forefront, holding the cold railing, looking out into the distance.
Qingjian City also has the sea, but that's the Inner Sea, it's a harbor.
Facing such a vast, unfathomable real ocean directly, it had been a long time for him.
A feeling of indescribable ease, accompanied by the salty tang of the sea breeze, quietly crept into his heart.
Just at this moment.
At the horizon where sea and sky met, the last ember of the sunset swallowed by the line suddenly erupted upward as if unwilling to quiet down!
Like a furnace overturning, it instantly ignited the western sky and the dark ink-colored sea below.
