Han Lu had vacationed in Japan many times and sampled most kinds of cuisine, but this was her first time tasting such an unadorned, primitive dinner. Zhang Heng did not seem to have added any seasoning, yet it tasted surprisingly good.
There was still a slight fishy taste, but perhaps because the cooking method was so primitive, the seafood's natural freshness had been preserved intact.
"A friend once told me that nature is like a treasure trove. No matter where you are, as long as you pay attention to your surroundings, you can always find shelter and food to fill your stomach," Zhang Heng said.
"Mm, if the apocalypse suddenly came now, I'm sure your friend would be the last person to die." Han Lu poured some seafood soup into the lid of her thermos and blew on it as she spoke.
It was almost dusk now. The sun was about to sink beneath the horizon, and the evening glow painted the sky in brilliant shades of red. Together with the fishing boats returning to port in the distance, it stirred an indescribable feeling in her.
After the seafood soup in her hand had cooled a little, Han Lu took two sips and said, "I've decided. From now on, I'll make time to come here for a few days every year. What about you? Will you come with me?"
"I don't know if I'll have the time then," Zhang Heng said honestly.
In fact, he had already realized some things on New Year's Eve. His conversation with Han Lu on the plane had merely confirmed those seemingly crazy suspicions from another angle.
—He most likely had no blood relation to his current father and mother.
Zhang Heng did not know how others would react to such news. When many people