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Yan Xiaobao floated endlessly in the blue ocean, as though trapped in an eternity. At first, he was frantic, but the boundless blue expanse swayed through his mind, quickly washing away the lingering and despairing thoughts that haunted him.
At present, Yan Xiaobao found himself submerged in an unprecedented calm. His body was weightless, drifting in the sea. He felt no anxiety as he absentmindedly observed the flickering blue embers formed by the ocean around him.
He was acutely aware that he was dead. Though the blue sea did all it could to cleanse grief away, there lingered an irreparable void of loss.
Yan Xiaobao often thought about his life with her, knowing with certainty he could never return to how things had been. Yet death didn't seem as dire as he had once feared. There was no darkness. No monsters. No long staircase descending into nothingness. There was only this endless, warm blue ocean and nothing else.
