Cheng Yu likes the sea.
At the age of eleven, she left her old house in a seaside town and went to the city where her parents worked; at the age of twenty-one, she had a girl she liked; at the age of thirty-one, she stood on the podium and looked at batches of students. For twenty years, she has frequently had the same dream: In the dream, she walked towards the endless ocean, and a whirlpool in the sea quickly swept her into it, pulling her into darkness.
At the age of thirty-two, she finally returned to her hometown, to the sea, and followed the whirlpool in the dream to her own seabed.
(Lily, but I personally prefer to attack each other)
Intention: Open your eyes and open your mouth.