Zhan Moxiao is a deep person; he says nothing and just quietly sits at the edge of the deck, silently expressing his longing with flower petals.
Others also stop talking, each sitting at the edge of the deck, tossing rose petals into the sea one by one.
Among this group, Ou Lan is like a shining star, a star that has left them, leaving everyone in endless sorrow and remembrance.
Gradually, the sea surface around the yacht is covered with red petals, creating a spectacular and enchanting sight.
All the roses are cast into the sea, and Zhan Moxiao quietly gazes at the petals in the water. No one knows his thoughts, but everyone knows they are all about his little wife.
He is reminiscing.
From the first time he saw Ou Lan, her image in his mind started from when she was five years old and continued until now, from a child to becoming his little wife, he has missed her every single day.
