Amos Smith had done all of this without Bertha Haines knowing.
She sat in the car, and just the thought of seeing the ocean soon filled her with uncontrollable excitement.
The closest ocean to Fleur City was at Fragrant Isle, which was a two-hour drive away. By the time they arrived at Fragrant Isle's waterfront, it was already one in the morning.
There were still a few tourists on the beach, but they were barely noticeable.
Bertha stood on the shore, gazing at the horizon enveloped by Nightfall, listening to the howling sea breeze, her heart brimming with excitement.
This was her first time seeing the ocean.
Although she grew up by the riverside, the river and the sea are different.
A river's width is limited, but the sea is boundless. As the view widens, one's mood naturally gets better.
Amos looked at the young girl by his side.
Seeing her eyes curve with joy, a hint of a smile appeared in his deep black eyes.
"Why don't you try shouting a bit?"
