The window opened, allowing the sea breeze to flow in, carrying a moist and salty scent. Jin sat on the windowsill, humming a tune, with her boot-clad feet dangling outside, covered in a layer of silvery light, gentler than frost and cooler than lamplight.
"The world is really so peaceful and calm, it makes me a bit nostalgic for the past."
She turned her head back, revealing one blue and one red eye, strikingly clear in the dim light.
Su Changxing also looked towards the sea, vaguely seeing the lighthouse's light, and shook his head: "This world isn't as peaceful as it seems on the surface, after all, it's shrouded by the White Ice Illusion Mist, making frightening disasters possible at any time."
Shen Jinxuan sighed with a hint of regret: "That's a bit of a pity."
It's a pity that such tranquility would be broken, just as all beautiful things eventually wither.
