West of Sunset

Yangshan Island and Xilian Island face each other across a bay, and the straight-line distance is only two kilometers. Shen Qing often sat on the rocks on the east coast waiting for the sunset, while Su Wan always watched the dusk on the old breakwater on the west coast. They live in the same small town, blow the same sea breeze, witness the same sunset, and share the ebb and flow of the entire Yellow Sea. The conversation in the chat box gradually fell silent. There was no quarrel or breakup, just two sensitive and timid people who stopped sharing in a tacit understanding. The wind can cross the bay, the clouds can drift to the other side, and the setting sun covers both sides of the river equally. Only they, separated by a piece of sea water, are just a short distance away, the end of the world. This small coastal city is crowded with people and interconnected by roads. But some people are just short of a tidal wave, a twenty-minute drive away, and a sunset when they can't keep their appointment. From then on, it's hard to see each other again year after year.