For many things, even if you think your memory has been erased and you will no longer feel it, the concern in your heart will still make your heart ache late at night.
"Looking for peace in the Pacific Ocean, Taiping, I am now on the Pacific Ocean. If you still don't come to me after I count to ninety-nine, I will go to you."
Xu Liangshen slowly closed his eyes, with a bitter smile on his lips, gently opened his arms, feeling the sea breeze blowing slowly from the Pacific Ocean, and said in a scolding voice, "This time, it's me who will chase you."
What he held in his arms was an exquisite porcelain jar.