Yi Mi's consciousness slowly revived under the warm sunshine, but her head seemed to have fallen into a cold cement bucket. It was stiff and hard, and she could not think of anything.
A monsoon wind with a unique smell of the ocean licked his skin stickyly, and the rising sea water from time to time tickled the sensitive back of his hands. Yi Mi's arms tightly hugged his calves, and the fine golden sand stuck to his white cheeks. He looked at the coastline in confusion, like a lost house cat, soaking in the water with no trace of wildness.
He sat there quietly, like a lifelike sculpture. In the evening, the fiery clouds on the horizon were coated with gold for him, and the sea water that matched the clouds was also painted with the color of the setting sun. He waited in the sea of fire, and his subconscious insisted stubbornly that someone would come to pick him up, and he had to wait.
The night covered his eyes tenderly, as if treating a long-lost lover, but Yi Mi clung to the last small beam of faint light in the chilling blackness.
Suddenly, he saw the sun.