The sun sank low in the west.
Hues of pink from the evening clouds mingled with the sun's afterglow, painting the azure sea into a magnificent oil canvas.
A stylish convertible cruised along the island's circumferential highway. Its speed, however, was anything but fast; it crawled along as its driver took in the sights.
Whenever he came across a scenic lookout, Lin Chu would stop for a look. The wind whipped his hair into a mess, feeling like a hard slap from the sea itself—it even stung a little.
And yet, it brought a unique kind of thrill.
"The more storms I weather, the stronger my will becomes! But this is only the first mountain pass; the road ahead is long!"
Lin Chu shouted towards the endless expanse.
If a storm is coming, then so be it. Let it come—let the storm rage on!
A person goes through so much in a lifetime. The world is fickle, life and death are fleeting. The only thing you can truly hold onto is your own heart.
