On the vast sea, a few boats drifted. The deeper they went into the ocean, the fewer the boats until only a vast expanse remained.
The scattered islands were like stars scattered across the ocean, yet not as densely packed as the stars.
On one of the Unnamed Islands, a little boy was running, chasing his soccer ball.
Commander Xu stood smiling under the soccer net, waiting for his son's attack.
They had been here for many days, living a mundane life. There was no internet, no phone signal. If they wanted to watch TV, they could only view pre-downloaded content on a USB stick.
The only joy was playing soccer with his son.
The fifty-year-old Commander Xu looked at his twelve-year-old son, feeling content.
His career had been constantly obstructed, and various forces had forced him to hide here, accepting a life of tranquility without worldly conflicts.
