The sun, the sand, the waves—it was all so ordinary, but in that moment, as he looked out at the vast expanse of the sea, it seemed as though every view held a mysterious power.
Shells were pushed onto the beach, people walked by, leaving behind footprints of varying depths in the sand.
He suddenly felt that, in his twenty-three years of life, he had never truly taken the time to observe the world he lived in.
Sheng Qianxia saw someone selling message in a bottle not far away and said to Gong Beiyao,
"Gong Beiyao, do you know about message in a bottle? You put colorful Wishing Sand inside a bottle, write your wish on a little piece of paper, put it inside the bottle, and throw it into the ocean. Then your wish will come true."
"Are you an idiot? Always going on about making wishes." Though Gong Beiyao spoke like this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
