The setting sun dipped below the horizon, and the sounds of the waves resembled sobs.
On the calm sea surface, a tattered sailboat with its mast already broken drifted aimlessly.
On the day of departure, there had been around twenty people on the ship, but now, only two remained.
Temple Island Kangping leaned against the ship's railing, slumped on the deck, gazing at the distant sunset; beside him leaned a small boy, only about seven or eight years old.
"Uncle, is the sun about to set?" The boy's eyes could no longer see anything, but this had made his other senses relatively acute.
"Yes," Temple Island's voice sounded feeble, but he still tried his best to make his tone sound friendly and warm, "Are you feeling cold, Taro?"
"Hmm..." Taro shook his head, "No, it's warm by your side, Uncle."
"Is that so... Well, get some sleep," Temple Island suggested, "When you're asleep, you won't feel hungry, and maybe by tomorrow when you wake up, we'll already be on land."
