He stood on the deck, staring at the sparkling golden light on the sea ahead. The sun was rising, but his mood was still so heavy. In the city he just left, he found the most unforgettable love in his life, but the God of fate was so cruel that he lost her painfully when he first tasted sweetness.
That city is called Citong, a port city in the ancient East, and is called the "City of Light" by merchants. In the thirteenth century, it was the most prosperous commercial center in the world, possessing enviable wealth. Most of the Venetian merchants who went there returned with full loads, including him. However, the acquisition of wealth cannot fill the hole in his heart. What is lost is lost. Even if he uses all his money to exchange it, he cannot get it back.
He took out a lock of black hair from his coat pocket and examined it with tears in his eyes. He kissed it with his lips as if it still had the scent of his lover on it. But his lover was dead, killed in the disaster caused by the Saracens. The person who caused the disaster, the City of Light was kind to him, but he plunged the City of Light and the people in the city into boundless darkness.
"Master, it's windy here, please go to the cabin and rest."
He turned back and saw his new servant Li Fenli standing there respectfully, holding a tray with sherbet in a silver cup.
"Put the plate there and go ahead. I want to continue blowing the sea breeze here."