The sound in the seawater was incredibly calm. That thing he couldn't tell anyone seemed to have been on his mind for a long time, so when he made the decision, he was calmer than anyone.
A farewell to the sea seemed sudden, but in fact, there were countless preludes. Every drop of sound in the seawater was calling, yet people only thought it was just a sea.
"To hold on till now, it must have been so difficult for you..."
Han Fei tried to swim downward, but when he swam toward the deep sea, everything he had was left behind.
The Ghost Pattern on his body was fading, and it seemed that only he could reach the depths of that sea.
Memories with the neighbors were slowly stripped away. Han Fei looked back; everyone had not left.
No one stopped Han Fei; they only extended their hands. If Han Fei wanted to return, they would grab him tightly.
