The sound of silvery bells rings in my ears, it's the laughter unique to young girls, falling into everyone's ears, so carefree and lighthearted.
The black sea water has disappeared, and the Resentful Qi is nowhere to be seen.
The sea breeze caresses the face, the vast Moli Sea, the broad sky, and the sea are half blue, looking out in the distance, heavens and sand gulls, the sea and sky are the same hue.
The laughter comes from behind everyone.
Everyone turns to see a ship emerging ahead.
It is a ship sailing on the Moli Sea, not small in scale, clearly a common offshore fishing boat in the Moli Sea area.
On the fishing boat, several fishermen, burned black and red by the sun, are pulling in the nets.
Fresh fish and shrimp leap out of the nets, a scene of bountiful harvest.
Yet on the same fishing boat, two young girls appear out of place, both standing at the bow, gazing ahead.
