Mr. Xie, Your Jiang Yu Is Never Coming Back

The sea is cold.

Colder than the wind on a winter night, colder than bones worn down by a long illness, colder than a heart abandoned by the person it loved most.

When Lu Chengyu stood on the breakwater, there was no hatred in his mind, no resentment. Even the pain had faded until it was barely there.

He was only thinking that, in the end, a person could live to the point of having no medicine, no mouthful of hot porridge, and nowhere to set foot.

And all of it had been given to him by the person he had loved with his life.