An endless expanse of blue. Wenxiu Lord sat in a deck chair near the railing, his silver-gray eyes gazing blankly at the sea, his crossed hands absentmindedly turning the head-of-house ring on his finger. The salty, fishy sea breeze kept lashing at the young man, attempting to make him the bride of the ocean.
It was a pity the young man was unwilling, so the wind could not take him away.
His long silver-gray hair was whipped toward the sea by the wind, and the water droplets dancing in the spray kicked up by the rolling hull reached out to stroke his strands. His expression was as indifferent as an innocent merman fished up by sailors in a fairy tale.
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