Matthew knew that it was Orgen blowing the Xun.
A faint sorrow surged into his heart.
He watched as Zhen Zhu's figure disappeared into the waves.
His eyes couldn't help but feel warm.
"Hey, Matthew, why are you crying?"
Ella poked her head out of his chest and asked.
Matthew shook his head. He did not deny it completely.
"It's just that the sea breeze is too strong, and I think of my hometown."
At this moment, he finally understood.
It was inevitable that the Su who had drifted here would wither.
The young people took off their burdens and integrated into the Aindor life.
The elders could not do so, and their only option was to die at the bottom of the sea.
They faced the East until they died.
In a few years, when the last old man walked into the sea with a lantern, the island would become a deserted island, and the story of the Su would gradually become a legend.
