"Anchoring failed!"
I am Li Mumu.
What day is it today? Without a calendar nearby, I don't know the exact time.
Where is this? Am I on a ship? Am I traveling somewhere with my mom and dad?
I can't remember, but that doesn't matter.
If there's nothing in a person's brain, then there won't be happiness, nor will there be anger.
"Miss Li, are you feeling a little better?"
The boy in front of me, whose hair is so greasy that flies would slip and split upon landing on it, has come over to make idle conversation again.
I don't like him much, but he's become the person I'm most familiar with on this ship.
When I take walks on the deck each day, I see him more often than I see my own mother.
Unlike me, his mind is full of troubles.
He's like an animal in heat at the first whiff of spring, throwing himself at any woman with a hint of attractiveness.
However, his skills at hitting on women are atrocious. After all these days, he hasn't managed to hook up with a single girl.
