High Sea.
On the ferry.
At the boundary where the pitch-black sky meets the deep blue ocean, a blazing golden sun slowly emerges, illuminating the azure sea surface with shimmering waves.
This is one of the few breathtakingly beautiful sights in the world.
Ming Ge got up early, walked out of her room, and made her way to the deck.
The morning sea breeze carried a hint of moisture, free and unrestrained.
If she ignored her current "captivity" situation, Ming Ge felt like she was on vacation.
She stretched lazily.
"How did you sleep last night?" A lazy, crisp voice came from the other end of the deck.
Ming Ge turned her head, her gaze sweeping across, only then noticing the man in the wheelchair holding a long fishing rod, angling by the ferry railing.
