The waves of the Sacred Radiance Sea surged, and the hot air that swept over from the Pacific Ocean in summer was dense and transpiring.

Seagulls spread out their white wings and whistled across the blue sea, leaving behind whirlpools of ships.

Mu Nan slipped down from the big bed early in the morning and lay barefoot on the window, looking at the sparkling sea across the mountain.

She had lived by the river since she was young and seemed to have an ...