I went to an island in Southeast Asia.

The seascape is beautiful, the blue sea is endless, the blue sky is as bright as glass beads, and the golden light is sprinkled as if it were money.

Yi Xingchen sat on a deck chair on the beach, quietly watching the sun slowly set in the middle.

The sun was setting in the west, and the orange-red glow spread over the entire surface of the sea, making people feel melancholy for no reason.

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