Her bare feet pressed against the ground, the airy fabric of her slacks and the flowing chiffon billowed in the sea breeze, which made her slender figure seem all the more fragile, as if she could be blown away at any moment.
People came and went, and she didn't know how long she had been standing there.
Finally, when her legs grew tired and sore, she walked to the side, found a dry spot, and casually sat down, setting her shoes and bag aside. She bent one leg, resting her chin on her knee, and stared out at the ocean, lost in thought.
She took out her phone from her bag, opened the contacts list, and scrolled down until her finger paused on "Feng Xing."
She hesitated, staring at the screen until it automatically dimmed.
Her finger moved slightly, and she dialed the number.
After about twenty seconds, Feng Xing's languid voice came through, "You looking for me for something?"
