That night.
Ning Xia stood barefoot on the soft fine sand, staring at the vast ocean ahead, where waves surged one after another with the wind, halted at the shore, and retreated, in an endless cycle.
She gazed fixedly, but her eyes lacked any focus.
She didn't know how long had passed when footsteps approached from behind, drawing nearer with each step.
Ning Xia moved her stiff eyeballs slightly and said in a low voice, "You're here."
She turned slowly to face the tall figure, his nearly flawless, handsome face with lips curling up ever so slightly.
The overhead street lamp cast a diagonal light on the man's back, as if he were walking out of brightness, lighting up her world.
As Ning Xia watched, an uncontrollable sourness filled her nose, yet she smiled sweetly, her smile full of sweetness.
"On your birthday, I wanted to invite you here," she said, directing her gaze towards the ocean, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, "Isn't it beautiful?"
