C385 A bedraggled han yong

A few seagulls hovered above the sea, chirping, their voices rising and falling as they dove towards the churning surf. More often, their graceful bodies soared between the sea and the blue sky, enjoying the breeze and the sun's rays.

Xiao Yuelin looked at the surface of the sea. He was thinking whether he was a sea wave, a seagull, or a drop of struggling water