A few days ago, he heard Chi Xiaoyu mention that her parents had perished in a sea tragedy...
Could that sorrowful her be at the seashore?
Gong Beiming drove his car at full speed, tearing along the road.
After searching for over an hour on the coastal road, he finally saw amidst the night, a cluster of leaping flames on the beach.
A slender figure was squatting next to the fire, and upon closer inspection, he saw it was a snow-white wedding dress.
She was pushing this beautiful wedding dress into the flames.
The snow-white wedding dress shrank and charred upon contact with the fire.
Chi Xiaoyu stood quietly beside it, letting the cold sea breeze whip her skirt up.
At that moment, she was calm and gently beautiful.
Like a goddess of the sea.
With the profound sea as a backdrop, under the moonlight, between the sea and sky, her silhouette was breathtakingly beautiful.
Gong Beiming's agitated heart finally settled down.
