I remember that when I was very young, I once visited a deserted castle. When he woke up, he was lying on the rock, covered with a cloak, warm and comfortable. It was the sea breeze that stirred up my hair and itched the skin on my face that I woke up.
And as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the empty but magnificent black sea in front of me. The sun was on the edge of the horizon, about to emerge.
Everything is dyed bright red, the clouds, sea and sky.
That scene, even today, 10 years later, still comes to mind from time to time.
There was a man leaning on the rocks by the sea. His back and blond hair flying in the wind were also filled with red light.
"Do you like it? My Black Sea." He pointed at the boundless sea in front of him and said.
The little girl was holding her cloak and stared blankly. She was startled by his full and powerful voice. Then, regardless of whether the person with his back to her could see him, she nodded vigorously.
"Okay." I seemed to hear his proud chuckle, "Then be my bride and the mistress of the Black Sea!"
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