"Woooo~ woooo~"
Across the endless sea, the Conch's deep sound pierced layer upon layer of rain curtain, drifting toward distant waters.
Under dark clouds, in fine rain.
Du Yu sat on the back of Celestial Cyan Porcelain, lowering the conch from his lips.
He felt like he'd been tricked.
The song clearly sang, "Little Conch, dee-dee-dee blow."
Yet the conch in his hand produced no clear, ringing "dee-dee" sound, only that muffled, mournful moan.
Or maybe... was he blowing it wrong?
"Sigh..." Du Yu stroked the beautiful queen conch, lifting his eyes to look around.
Nothing but sea, and more sea.
The scene beneath the dark clouds and fine rain seemed like it would never change.
Du Yu once naively believed he liked the ocean.
It was only after this long and tedious voyage that he realized otherwise.
No one really likes the sea,
What people truly love is just the seashore.
This was Du Yu's eighth day drifting at sea.
