Chapter 74: If the Sea Could

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: If the Sea Could

Leaving there, they first visited a shop for milk tea and pastries before heading to their next destination: the seaside!

Sea City was most famous for its ocean. During holidays, the beaches would be packed with a sea of people, as even the scorching summer heat couldn’t deter everyone’s yearning for the sea. Fortunately, it wasn’t a holiday today, so the beach wasn’t overly crowded.

Hua Buwan and Chen Jingjing arrived at the shore, instantly captivated by the breathtaking view. In the distance, a bright red sun hung high above the horizon. Its golden rays spilled across the sparkling, shimmering water—it was a sight beautiful beyond words.

They eagerly kicked off their shoes and stepped onto the soft sand, relishing the refreshing coolness of the seawater. Strolling along the coastline, they admired the seaside scenery, stopping every now and then to take photos.

As they walked, they reached a rocky reef. The rocks here came in all sorts of fascinating shapes—some looked like turtles, some like rabbits, and others like spinning tops. They climbed onto the rocks and stood there, gazing out at the distant ocean. Feeling the sea breeze brush against them, they felt incredibly relaxed and carefree.

Standing on the reef, Jingjing let the gentle sea breeze sweep across her face, playfully tossing her hair. Looking out at the boundless ocean, an inexplicable surge of emotion welled up inside her, and she couldn’t help but belt out a song, "If the sea could..."

Her voice was crisp and melodious, brimming with passion and power, as if she were pouring out all her inner feelings.

Buwan stood quietly beside her, deeply moved by the singing. Infected by Jingjing’s energy, she began to sing along softly. Her gentle, lilting voice harmonized beautifully with Jingjing’s. In that moment, the two girls seemed to forget all their worries and exhaustion, losing themselves entirely in the music. Their voices drifted on the sea breeze, intertwining with the sound of crashing waves to create a picture-perfect memory.

Later, they resumed their stroll along the beach, the fine sand soft beneath their feet as the waves gently lapped at the shore. They bent down to carefully search for seashells, squealing in excitement whenever they found a pretty one.

Not far away, a few tiny crabs scuttled across the sand, their little claws and semi-transparent bodies looking incredibly adorable. Buwan and Jingjing cautiously approached, trying to catch one. However, the little crabs were far too agile, swiftly burrowing into the sand at the slightest disturbance.

Just then, they noticed some adults bringing their children down to the beach to comb the shore. Armed with little buckets and shovels, the kids ran excitedly across the sand, hunting for shells and crabs. The adults stood nearby, guiding them with happy, radiant smiles on their faces.

Infected by the joyful atmosphere, Buwan and Jingjing joined the beachcombing ranks. They played with the children, sharing their discoveries and joy. On this wonderful afternoon, they didn’t just harvest beautiful seashells; they also experienced the charm of nature and the warmth of human connection.

Buwan felt that this was the most relaxing day she had experienced since her maternal grandparents had passed away.

Dusk soon fell. Standing by the sea, Buwan and Jingjing watched the breathtaking sunset. The afterglow spilled across the water, sparkling like a shimmering golden ribbon. The two stood in quiet companionship, soaking in the beautiful moment.

Suddenly, Buwan broke the silence. "Jingjing, look at that cloud. Doesn’t it look like a dragon?"

Jingjing followed her gaze and sure enough, spotted a dragon-shaped cloud. "It really does!" she said with a laugh. "Maybe a divine dragon has descended to earth!" she joked.

The two continued to admire the sunset until the sun dipped completely below the horizon and the sky gradually darkened. Just then, Jingjing’s phone rang. It was time for her to head back.

She still had a banquet to attend tonight. Though hotel banquets usually started late—meaning she probably wouldn’t eat until around eight—heading back now to change and go to the hotel would be perfect timing. Her parents had already gone ahead to wait for her there.

Reluctantly, Hua Buwan saw Jingjing off into a taxi. She then headed back to the supermarket, ready to distribute the longans.