21

On the cross-sea bridge, vehicles whizzed past in the lanes, and the wind was strong. There were few pedestrians on the sidewalk, and they looked at me in surprise, as if they were examining me, a lost passerby. I was wearing a bright and beautiful dress, but I looked miserable. I looked down at the blue, turbulent sea, and my tears kept dripping into the sea water, blending into the blue.

Mia Brown, you like the sea, so do I. This love seems to be the only connection between us.

I leaned on the railing with both hands, holding the wish book, trying to turn to the next wish page. However, the wind on the sea suddenly became stronger, and the pages of the book were blown up. I was afraid that it would be blown off, and just as I was about to close it and put it back, my eyes suddenly stopped.