Li Jiaqi stands barefoot on the beach.
The seawater reaches up to her trouser legs, the sea breeze tousles her hair, and she gazes obsessively at the distant horizon.
Every day, some peculiar things drift over the sea.
Sometimes it's a half-worn suitcase, sometimes a swollen basketball, sometimes even a fishnet and plastic basin.
She waits by the sea every day because Anthony once said, if He Yingdong is still alive, he would surely come to find her on this hidden island.
From dawn till dusk, she stands here waiting.
Whenever she sees floating objects on the sea, she always gets excited.
Imagining it might be a small boat, and He Yingdong would be on it, coming to take her home.
She would be with him.
But day after day, her daily harvest is only disappointment.
Anthony can't do anything else now; he has to watch her closely to prevent any accidents.
Sitting on the big rock all morning, he's almost dried out by the wind.
