The edge of happiness

She could only stand on the edge of happiness. To her, warmth was merely a desire that she could not reach.

Zhan Yan finally drove the car to the coast road. The ocean that was shrouded by darkness was unfathomably deep in color. Huge waves rolled around, as if they were going to devour a fresh life anytime.

Alone on the rocky shore, she placed a handful of white chrysanthemums at her feet. She stared blankly at the horizon where the sky and sea met. This was where her grandmother had been buried. Six years ago, she had personally poured her flowers and her grandmother's ashes into this sea.

"Grandma, I'm here. Yan Yan came to see you." Zhan Yan placed her hands on her cheeks, and called out to the ocean.