Anyway, conversations might be quite few.
In this brief moment of compensating for the past ten thousand years, the Nali-style decorations all around had unknowingly been replaced by Helair with a gentle breeze on a sea island. They were surrounded by the azure ocean, making the isolated island feel like a prison with the world shut out, yet also an ideal honeymoon spot with a lover.
With Helair by his side, he didn't feel lonely. Instead, he found himself a bit dazed looking at the ocean from the warmth of Helair's embrace.
Growing up in a seaside city, he suddenly couldn't recognize the ocean, as if it was just the sea by his hometown, or perhaps a strange, exceptionally serene ocean.
He contemplated in such confusion and tenderness, waiting for time to trickle away.
Once everything was said and the warmth had saturated, Fisher barely managed to sit up from the soft bed and bedding that had somehow appeared on the island; he rubbed his temples, his head a bit dizzy.
