Sihwa tossed her head, and what she swung away was not just her hair, but also two drops of glittering, crystal-clear teardrops. She had originally wanted to recall happy things––like the Korean drama she had watched and the delicate features of those handsome men and women––to make her mood better, but why was it that she often thought about minor happenings in the past and continued to cry unconsciously?
She really missed the white whale. She wondered if it was doing well now.
After hearing about whaling from Zhang Zian, she often worried that it would be pierced by a harpoon and dragged onto a whaling ship by a barbarian with a beard and waterproof clothes. The barbarian would raise a shining butcher's knife up high, then a lot of blood would rush out from the deck's drainage outlet. From then on, it would never be able to sing with its voice like a beautiful canary again.
