In the sky, the auroras have gradually faded, leaving just a faint glow.
In the distant night, a silver moon hung high, casting a clear glow on the ocean's surface.
On the ocean, Phoebe's figure has already disappeared.
In the distance, the Moonlight can still be clearly seen, coated with a layer of silver sheen under the moonlight, resembling a crescent floating above the sea.
"Skylight Moon? Phoebe?" Lucas Walker softly savored these two names of Phoebe, shaking his head with a smile, "Indeed, you are always connected with the moon."
He turned around, walked briskly into the cabin, and returned to the room where Ivana Bennett and their baby were.
Ivana Bennett had already woken up and was holding the little one in her arms, breastfeeding.
The baby was sucking gently with her little mouth, eyes closed, and clinging tightly to the round moon pendant on her bracelet, her tiny face radiating peace.
Seeing this scene, Lucas Walker smiled, tiptoeing closer.
