In this silent funeral beneath the waves, Qiao An simply closed her eyes in silence...
When a whale falls, all things live. It is the whale's final gift to the ocean, a tenderness bestowed by its mighty form.
Countless small fish surrounded Qiao An, lifting her up once more. When she broke through the surface of the sea, her tears could no longer be contained. Here, where no one could see, she could finally let herself cry her heart out.
At that very moment, in a place unknown to Qiao An, someone was fighting for her with all their might.
The massive waves churned, and the endless spray made everyone look like drowned rats. They crouched low, clinging desperately to the ship's rail to keep from being thrown into the roaring sea.
Mu Zimo, who had always been calm and self-possessed, was pale, his fingertips trembling. He kept repeating to himself, 'Calm down, calm down!'
