Mr. Xie, Your Island Will Never Come Back Again.

The sea is cold. Colder than the wind on a winter night, colder than the bones that have been sick for a long time, and colder than the heart when abandoned by the person you love most. When Lu Chengyu stood on the breakwater, there was no hatred or resentment in his mind, and even the pain became very light. He was just thinking that until the end of his life, he didn't even have a piece of medicine, a mouthful of hot porridge, or a place to stay. And all of this was given to him personally by the person he devoted his life to loving.