"Come up quickly; the ship is departing." Ruan Yang beckoned him over.
Xin Ziao didn't move. Instead, he stood outside, smiling and watching her. The summer breeze messed up the stray hairs on his forehead. Sun rays glistened on his face. An unrealistic shadow formed in the depths of his eyes. His long eyelashes were also swaying in the breeze.
Ruan Yang was somehow distracted for a while. Suddenly, she heard him speak as his thin lips moved: "Ruan Yang, do you think there is a next life?"
"Why are you bringing up this question at this time? The ship is really leaving. If you don't come up quickly, it'll just be me and our daughter going out to sea," Ruan Yang said again.
"It'd be great if there's a next life." Xin Ziao's eyelashes drooped but he was still smiling. His eyelashes formed a shadow under his eyes. "Ruan Yang, I can't go. I packed many things in the bag—you have to live well on your own."
