The waves came crashing one after another, wetting his feet, but he felt nothing at all.
He half-closed his eyes, gazing into the distance. His long eyelashes, carrying a slight dampness, seemed veiled with a faint shadow, as dark as ink.
Lin Xinlan sat down beside him, arms hugging her legs, following his gaze to the horizon where the water met the sky.
Xiaocong turned his head to look at her, meeting her smiling eyes.
"Mommy, you're awake?"
"Hmm, just woke up." After waking, she had heard Rong Shaoze tell her many things and heard that he was sitting here alone, so she came to accompany him.
Xiaocong didn't know what to say. He rested his chin on his knees, his eyes completely downcast, looking somewhat forlorn.
Lin Xinlan reached out to pull him into her embrace, and he did not resist, letting his head rest on her knees.
"Are you sad?" she gently asked him.
