Tong Yan watched as Bo Yimo walked step by step into the sea.
His tall and gallant figure moved away into the distance.
The cold sea breeze was so chilly, blowing his coat wildly.
The seawater gradually submerged his legs. Suddenly, he turned around; though far away, he saw Tong Yan among the crowd with one glance, his eyes bright like stars, full of her reflection.
Tong Yan saw him open his mouth to speak, but the wind was too strong for her to hear, and then he suddenly fell.
With a splash, Bo Yimo plunged into the sea, water splashing everywhere.
Time froze at that moment, and a female staff member screamed.
Soon, Bo Yimo stood up from the sea. Despite his usual strength, he seemed a bit disheveled now, yet it did not detract from his outstanding presence.
His hair was soaked, droplets trickling down from the ends to his graceful neck, gradually sliding further down, disappearing into his clothes, adding a sense of languid melancholy more than usual.
