Changchun has an admiral, but since her commissioning, she has only seen him once, when they exchanged contracts and rings. That was when she saw her admiral's true face. From then on, she could no longer bear the thought of being apart from the admiral she loved. The days dragged on endlessly. The admiral was a ghost, present, yet impossible to touch. More than once, she searched for his true self, but found nothing. Until the admiral went missing. She didn't want to remember that time, but still searched for traces of him, following her instincts back to the port, where she saw her equally disheartened companions. But could someone please tell her: where was the admiral? Her eldest sister Yixian had no answer. Lexington, eyes red, said the admiral would come back. And then, one day, the admiral really did return. For the first time, the shipgirls at the port saw their admiral, alive and in the flesh. He stood at Yixian's front door, looking outside, his gaze calm and the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile. Just as the shipgirls said, he was handsome, lovable, and made them want to marry him right away. He took another step, looked around, then turned back. At that moment, every shipgirl felt the same sadness. The admiral she loved seemed so fragile now, so light, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, never to be seen again. Like a shipgirl without her admiral or a harbor, like a child unable to find their parents or go home.
