The night was deep, with billowing waves at sea.
Muda, standing at the bow of the speedboat, gazed intently at the distant red and green lights bobbing with the waves, and his eyes involuntarily filled with a hue of nostalgia.
Just over two months ago, that place was a peaceful scene, where orange-yellow drums undulated with the ocean currents, gleaming faintly in the sunlight like wheat fields on the sea surface, with the undulating tide as their swaying gold.
Now, that spectacular golden spectacle had become history, just like the vanished Shilong City.
Scattered metal parts and burst pipelines sank into the sea together, and power generator units, like runaway wild horses, were scattered by the roaring waves, disappearing into this boundless sea.
Sometimes, Muda couldn't help but think.
