When Ming Ge woke up, she found herself on a ship, sailing steadily over the water, with only a slightly different, subtle sway from being on land.
She was in a cabin room, with no lights on, but a thin, cold, pale moonlight shone through the window, casting its glow on the wooden floor of the cabin, indicating that it was nighttime.
Ming Ge rubbed the back of her neck, which was sore from a blow, and sat up from the bed that was against the cabin window.
She glanced out the window.
The sky was nearly as black as ink, with a crescent moon hanging high in the sky. The sea and sky had no clear boundary in the dark night.
The sea gives birth to a bright moon, and we share this moment though far apart.
The exquisitely beautiful scenery was in stark contrast to her current predicament.
She got off the bed.
Her feet touched the ground, and she groped in the dark towards the door, her slender hand on the doorknob, but she couldn't turn it.
She was kidnapped.
