On the distant lighthouse, the snow-white beam of light occasionally swept across the sea surface, enveloping Long Xingkui and Long Xiliang within it.
They were like protagonists meeting on a stage, yet Long Xingkui knew, it was a stage meant only for her, with no audience willing to watch a forbidden play of sibling taboo.
The moonlight sprinkled across the sea appeared particularly dim under the lighthouse's white light.
The injuries on Long Xingkui's face had healed over the past few days of recuperation, yet the impact from falling from a height had caused significant damage to her lumbar spine. She could not engage in intense physical activity now, and even standing here waiting for Long Xiliang was quite strenuous.
Her small face was pale, and her lips had turned purple from the cold. She didn't know if her fragile appearance could elicit a trace of sympathy from Long Xiliang.
