On the shimmering sea, the sea breeze blew, and nothing was more comforting than the young man's enthusiastic embrace.
Huo Xingye was just about to hug him back when Nan Zhou let go and slipped out of his arms, excitedly going to look at the fish.
With a quiet chuckle, Huo Xingye adjusted his equipment a little before walking over to the tank holding the fish.
Noticing his approach, Nan Zhou turned to him and said, "One is nowhere near enough. I want to keep setting records in these waters."
"All right."
Nan Zhou cast his line again, and the two sat back down in their chairs.
This time, however, Nan Zhou specifically sat beside Huo Xingye, and the two exchanged quiet words now and then.
Whenever the conversation delighted him, Nan Zhou would smile especially brightly, as though his eyes were filled with light.
Even the cameraman following them could clearly sense how impossible it was for anyone to intrude on the space between them.
Time slowly passed. The sun sank below the horizon, the sky dimmed, and a faint mist rose over the sea.
"Have you heard the story of the Siren?" Huo Xingye asked.
Nan Zhou blinked. "The legend about luring passing ships with song and keeping the sailors and their ships in a stretch of sea forever?"
Huo Xingye smiled and shook his head.
"It's a love story."
"Legend has it that long, long ago, a Siren living in the deep-sea Reef Zone encountered a navigator steering his ship out of a storm one tempestuous night."
"Even in the torrential rain, the navigator stood tall, his face resolute as he fought nature with his frail body. His courage and determination won the Siren's admiration. So he guided him with his song, helping him leave those