"Listen deep into the sea,
whose mournful cries are guiding,
When your soul sinks into silence, no one will guide you..."
Softly humming the song Ye Wan had just sung, Yang Weiwei smiled and took steps toward the deeper part of the sea.
The cool sea water surged wave after wave, soaking her skirt and clinging to her body.
The soggy feeling was uncomfortable, but Yang Weiwei seemed not to feel it.
All she knew was that her only happiness was gone.
Her mind was a tangled mess, and when she tried to think, she couldn't remember what she had just been thinking.
But once she stopped, all she could hear were the words of Ying Xiaokai, either filled with disdain or perfunctory, and, what he had done to Xiaowan.
Especially since it was in front of her.
This morning in the hospital room, Xiaowan was also there; why hadn't she exposed him?
Frustration, self-blame, guilt, panic...
