Chapter 339

Qin Baihui looked out at this vast sea.

Just as this man who loved not to speak had said.

He had truly awakened this slumbering sea!

Moreover.

This sound!

The entire Haicheng could hear it!

For no reason at all.

Memories of her mother surfaced.

Those warm scenes had all been buried in this sea.

But now.

They had come back to life.

Tears welled in the corners of Qin Baihui's eyes.

This sea.

To her, had been nothing but dead silence.

But now.

It had come alive.

Qin Baihui remembered the stories her mother had told her.

She said.

"Today I arrived at a beautiful place filled with glowing light, where there was the sound of gongs and drums, underwater waterfalls, and beach tides."

There were many ocean spirits there, dancing gracefully to the music.

Afterwards.

She began to tell legends again.

In legend, when the waves sang their song, a trench would form in the seawater, wide enough for people to walk on, hiding a paradise within; that paradise was the glowing beach of Haicheng.

Watching the fish sing the ocean's song, Qin Baihui walked slowly toward the sea.

Her steps were light, and she soon stepped into the shallow water.

The fish scattered, clearing a path for her.

Was this the trench wide enough for people to walk on?

Qin Baihui continued walking until the seawater submerged her chin.

She strained to look up.

She was stunned.

Everything around her was glowing light.

Those lights dotted the darkness.

Gradually.

The seawater reflected their images, shimmering.

They floated in the air, like clusters of blue spirits.

In an instant.

The entire world was surrounded by glowing light.

Qin Baihui murmured, "The legend is true. There really is a glowing beach, and the one who discovered it was my mother, who brought the glowing beach to everyone..."

Qin Baihui looked at Ning Chen and said, "It was him..."

However.

At this moment, Ning Chen was still lost in his own memories.

He suddenly realized many problems, the mistakes he had made when he was in love.

Perhaps.

Back then, I should not have acted that way.

With a different approach, a different tone, I could have made Si Shiya feel more comfortable, and I would not have suffered so much myself.

Perhaps.

I should have tried to ease the conflict rather than ignite it, thus avoiding many quarrels that damaged our relationship.

Ning Chen gazed at the sea.

It seemed.

Si Shiya was walking along that path of glowing light on the sea.

She wore a white strap dress, her long hair flowing freely; she leaped lightly and waved her hand.

She smiled at him.

Smiled.

Then gradually drifted away.

Ning Chen watched her back.

Moving farther and farther away.

That distance.

Grew ever wider.

Never to be closed again.

Because.

This is the distance between life and death.

No one can cross it.

Did Ning Chen suddenly raise his head, looking at the sky.

The moon was bright, the stars shining.

A full moon hung in the sky.

People always speak of sorrow, joy, parting, and reunion.

But some people only have endless longing and embrace.

Did Ning Chen's gaze was faint.

He raised his hand and tore open the covering on his leg!

In that instant, fresh blood gushed forth, entering everyone's eyes!

Scar after scar was as horrifying as centipedes!

Inside the livestream room.

Someone cried out in alarm!

【How did Brother Shiguang get hurt like this?】

【Oh my god! His leg...】

【Why is this?! How did he hurt himself like this? When was he injured?!】

【Perhaps, he did it just to feel the pain!】

【This isn't the first or second time he's done this—could it really not be depression?】

【Could it be that he actually finds this feeling exhilarating?!】

【I just want to ask one question—does anyone know what Brother Shiguang went through in the past? Can this person really not feel pain?】

【It's horrifying to watch... Brother Shiguang!】

【He's actually hurt this badly! The blood you've shed must not let those past experiences disappear!】

【That must hurt so much, Brother Shiguang!】

As if he had heard the cries from inside the livestream room.

Or perhaps it was simply because there were too many wounds.

Did Ning Chen stopped his movement, his hair soaked through—sweat or seawater, he could not tell.

On his thigh, flesh and blood were a mangled mess.

Did Ning Chen used his trouser leg to cover it once more.

As if nothing had happened.

He continued to gaze at the sea.