The salty sea breeze was wrapped in fine grains of sand and blew hard on Chen Xiang's face, like countless fine needles pricking him. He suddenly choked and coughed, his chest was burning with pain, and the bitter taste mixed with sea water surged up from his throat, forcing tears to flow out uncontrollably. Consciousness is like a stone sunk in the deep sea, and it finally comes to the surface through this severe pain. In the blurred vision, there is a gray sky and a sea with white waves. In my ears, I can hear the roar of the waves hitting the rocks, and the "woo-woo" sound of the wind blowing through the woods, like someone crying in the dark.
