The night sky is as deep as the dark ocean surface, countless stars twinkle like the shimmering waves on the sea.
Scarlett Yates is so drunk she's unconscious, lying motionless on Matthew Saxon's back.
She probably doesn't know, the man carrying her has never carried a woman before.
And she is the lucky one, the things other women can only dream of, she obtained with ease.
She's still dreaming.
A very long, very chaotic dream.
The dream keeps shifting, finally settling on her childhood.
She saw an endless sea, with a small boy, about six or seven years old, standing by the shore, his appearance unclear.
She also saw a girl, who originally played in the shallow waters with a swim ring, suddenly got swept into the deep waters, the wind and waves rose, a giant wave enveloped the little girl's body, and in a blink, she disappeared after the next wave crashed.
She heard the little boy scream, then run towards the sea like crazy, but he was held back by a crowd of people.
