The later it gets, the deeper it becomes.
Song Zhizhi half-closed her eyes.
She was so tired.
Soaking in seawater made her feel weaker than she had imagined.
She leaned against Luo Xiaolang.
Her gaze was faint as she looked up at the sky, where there were no stars left.
Perhaps, it was the darkness before dawn.
She couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
"If you're tired, have a rest," said Luo Xiaolang. "I'll keep you afloat."
Song Zhizhi didn't reply.
In that moment, she didn't even have the strength to speak.
She didn't even feel like speaking.
She didn't want to waste any more of her strength.
She didn't want to die either.
There were too many things left undone; she couldn't die yet.
She kept reminding herself of that, over and over again.
It seemed to be slightly lightening up in the sky.
Song Zhizhi kept her eyes half-closed, watching the breaking dawn, and then saw a bright red sun rising from the horizon.
It was genuinely beautiful.
