On a breezy night, the wind blowing from the sea slowly swept Gao Cheng's hair on his forehead. He was wearing a simple cotton coat, the corners of which were billowed by the sea breeze. He was sitting in a wheelchair, with an endless sea in front of him. In the distance of the sea was a sunset that was gradually sinking. The apocalyptic splendor always seemed to Gao Cheng to have an extremely desolate feeling.

"Master, there is news from the dock. The ship will arrive tonight. ...