Whispers of the waves were caressing my ears.
The Goddess Tower stood by the sea, and its presence felt unremarkable during the day, but at night, the waves surged from the sea and crashed against the tower's foundation, their sounds especially clear to the ear.
There was an ordered chaos in the sound of the waves, and coupled with the fact that she had hardly closed her eyes the previous night due to a maritime disaster, Yue Jinghua unknowingly drifted to sleep amidst the undulating waves.
In her sleep, perhaps feeling a slight chill, she curled up tightly.
Inside the lighthouse, those thousand-plus Holy Runes still shone brightly.
With the rustling sound of garments touching the floor, Qing Pu suddenly appeared inside the lighthouse.
His golden pupils fixated on Yue Jinghua, who was fast asleep on the ground, then he surveyed the surroundings.
The night wind blowing from the sea carried a cool breeze with it.
