Late at night, the lighthouse looked like a lighthouse. Gao Yi followed his scent and came to the lighthouse. A bridge was built on the sea. It was much easier to borrow a boat when crossing the sea than in the past. The wind from the south wind dock was nostalgic and messed up Gao Yi's hair. The deep joy hidden in the pure dimples was revealed in the hair. It was the young man holding the light on the tower.