Huo Siyu's pace was fast, yet surprisingly steady.
Shen Li, lying on his back with her hands on his shoulders, felt her once racing heart begin to slowly calm down.
Shen Yu...
The man she would never forget, but... it seemed she truly didn't love him anymore.
No longer did she feel that fluttering sensation, but she really had no regrets.
There was nothing to regret about past intentions and love.
Shen Yu was a man worthy of love, it was just her misfortune that they couldn't be together.
"We're here," Huo Siyu suddenly spoke, bringing his steps to a halt.
Shen Li, caught in a daze, realized that during her moment of distraction, Huo Siyu had already carried her to the seaside.
The pitch-black sea was nearly invisible, as though the night had swallowed all moonlight, shrinking the moon's silver disc and dimming its luminance.
Wave after wave of roaring surf advanced with a howling intent.
Even the normally refreshing sea breeze turned piercingly cold.
