Countless years had passed.
The tide ebbed and flowed, washing over the waterlogged palm leaves on the beach, turning their fresh green to a scorched yellow. With every turn of a leaf, time flew by. On this forgotten island, the seasons were indistinct.
The beach remained the same, always radiating a dazzling golden hue, as soft as cotton. It was dotted with countless holes dug by crabs, and the piles of seashells and debris were constantly replaced. Occasionally, modern bottles and cans would drift across the ocean and wash ashore, reminding the island's inhabitant that human civilization still existed somewhere in the world.
The sky was a clear, pleasant blue, dotted with lazy white clouds. The island's jungle was lush and layered, so picturesque that any photo could serve as a desktop wallpaper.
But this scenery no longer held any attraction for Chen Yuan.
