Zhao Hongxia sat on the balcony, her hands holding an old yellowed photo, looking at the sea outside.
The sea at Bin Hai and the sea at Ci'en belong to the same region, there is no difference, but in her eyes, she saw it differently.
Although Bin Hai and Ci'en are adjacent, she had not been to Bin Hai for almost forty years.
Forty years ago, back then, her name was not Zhao Hongxia, but Lu Hongxia.
It was the happiest time of her childhood, her father was a seaman, often bringing her various rare gifts, making her the envy of her friends.
But later, her father insisted on divorcing her mother, and she followed her mother through a life of displacement, the pampered girl once protected by her parents, learned to grow up in just a few months.
A horn sound from the sea snapped the distracted Zhao Hongxia back to reality.
She shifted her gaze from the sea and looked down at the yellowed photo in her hand.