Blue Island.
At this time, the night was deep.
Hai Han always liked to watch the tides of Blue Island's sea at night.
In the distance was the lighthouse of Blue Island, lighting the way for fishing boats in the night.
In January on Blue Island, the weather was still somewhat cold, but Hai Han's clothes were not very thick. He liked the feeling of the sea breeze on his skin.
Then, he looked at the sea before him.
On Blue Island, almost everyone could swim, and everyone could fish; it seemed as if the scent of the sea was etched into their bones from birth.
Hai Han was no exception.
As a child, he would often swim in the sea with the other island children. No matter how big the tides were, they could always turn danger into safety. Diving and swimming underwater was a common occurrence.
But now...
Hai Han wouldn't go into the water anymore.
"Hai Han, Hai Han!"
Hai Han heard someone calling him from behind.
It was his sister, Hai Yin.
