The massive sun was plummeting, its slanted rays turning the water's surface into a sea of gold.
A gentle breeze blew, swelling the sails.
The canoe advanced alone in the ocean, slow and steady.
A pair of pale, large hands soaked in the sea; fingertips skimmed the surface, the ripples they left spreading with distance until they vanished without a trace.
In the silence, the pale and wrinkled fingertips trembled slightly, the fingers suddenly clenched and plunged downward!
"Splash!"
Drops of water fell like beads of gold; the lively little fish caught by the thumb struggled incessantly in his palm; unfortunately, there was no live stream running, and no one witnessed the remarkable scene.
Bi Fang opened his eyes, dark circles heavy under them, the whites filled with many blood vessels; he sat up exhausted, leaning against the gunwale, looking at the struggling little fish in his hand with surprise.