"It's really I who should be thanking you, for not only sharing your dreams with me, but also for bringing me here to see the sea!" Luo Xiaoqian stood up, slowly walking to the edge of the water, cupping her hands around her mouth. She shouted toward the Night Sea, "Leng Zimo, keep it up, you will succeed!"
Her voice flew with the sea breeze towards the water, spreading far and wide.
Leng Zimo lifted his face.
It was the beginning of the month, and there was no moon in the sky, only the scattering of stars.
Her slender figure stood between the sea and sky, her clothing and hair billowing slightly in the wind.
In that moment, it was as if the entire night's sky and the earth became her backdrop; she was merely a silhouette, yet she remained so beautiful and touching.
In his eyes, there was only her.
That figure was his entire world.
