“Xuan, want to see the stars?”

Xuan slowly opened his eyes. Zheng was standing there kneading his fingers, looking as if he wanted to hit him. However, Xuan did something strange. His eyes were actually slightly moist, and his appearance of sitting there blankly terrified Zheng and Honglu, who had come for his admission of guilt, and making the rest stand there foolishly.

“I didn’t want to hit you. Haha, I didn’t want to hit you. No, I didn’t…” Zheng was scared stupid, and began to stammer. For a time, he didn’t know what he was saying.

“I had a dream.” Xuan ignored him, only standing up and pushing his spectacles up. He silently walked out to the ship. Everyone curiously followed him, only to see this man not uttering a word, only walking to the deck and staring at the sky.

“The stars?” Xuan’s mouth muttered.

“The stars? Are you kidding? How could you see the stars in such a storm?” Zheng stood behind him, looking at the sky as well. That misty sky and never ending rain, as well as that flashing purple...