The sea breeze blew slowly, and Jiang Lansong stared blankly at the sea.
Cen Qi looked at Jiang Lansong from behind. The evening breeze blew up her hair, exposing her reddish eye circles to the afterglow of the setting sun. At this moment, he realized how wrong he had been for so many years.
Intention: There will be reluctance and regret, but they should be ignored