The sea breeze, carrying a salty and humid breath, blew through the open windows of the research institute, blowing the broken hair on Chen Ying's forehead. He was working at his desk, with a draft of a paper on the Maritime Silk Road of the Ming Dynasty displayed on his computer screen, but his thoughts always drifted involuntarily to that afternoon twenty years ago that was also filled with the sea breeze.
That was the last time his father Chen Yuanhang left home. Wearing a crisp scientific expedition uniform, he rubbed the hair of Chen Ying, who was only six years old at the time, and said with a smile: "Xiaoying, when dad comes back this time, I will tell you the most magical story about the sea."
There was an explorer's excitement in his father's eyes, but also a hint of deep worry that he couldn't understand at the time.
That time, my father never came back. The official report claimed that the research ship "Explorer" they were on encountered a rare and severe storm in the "Devil's Sea" area of the South Pacific. All crew members died on duty, and even the wreckage was not found.
"Ding dong——"
