It was getting darker as the night wore on.
Song Zhizhi had her eyes half-closed.
She was too tired.
Soaking in the sea made her weaker than she had imagined.
She was leaning on Luo Xiaolang.
Her eyes faintly gazed upward at a sky no longer dotted with stars.
Probably, it was the blackness before dawn.
She couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
"You can sleep for a while," Luo Xiaolang said, "I'll hold you up."
Song Zhizhi didn't answer.
At that moment, she didn't even have the strength to speak.
She didn't even want to speak anymore.
She didn't want to waste her strength.
She didn't want to die either.
There were still so many things she hadn't done; she couldn't die.
She kept telling herself, over and over again.
The sky seemed to be getting a little brighter.
Song Zhizhi still squinted her eyes, watching the sky as it dawned, and then she saw the very red sun rising from the sea level.
It was truly beautiful.
So beautiful that she couldn't open her eyes.
