This life or the next (3)

She was wondering when the door opened.

A man with grey hair appeared in the doorway, his fingers long and slender with a cigar in his hand, his figure similar to that of the only man Bai Yun remembered. He was in high spirits, especially his eyes. He had the gaze of a wolf, a look of seriousness and indifference in his eyes, a gaze that swept over her for a moment, and she felt a tremendous killing power. The look seemed familiar, but unfamiliar. He walked into the room as far as he could and said, "Are you awake and would you like to go sailing with me? It's sunny out, a good day to go sailing."

By the sea? She was still at the seaside? Hadn't she been unable to escape the pain caused by the cramp in her foot and simply let the heavens decide whether she would live or die? Was she so lucky, or did she not deserve to die? Yes, it was the sea. She felt the sound, the familiar, gentle sound of the waves. The sound she had heard when she had awoken from her coma, but it was vague, indistinct, faint and unnamed. It was the gentle singing of the waves.

Going out to sea, with a strange man? The sea has always been Baiyun's favourite. At the moment, the azure surface of the sea shone like a jewel in her mind's eye. So clear, so gentle, so serene, so blue. A blue that she was obsessed with and even lost her mind!

Bai Yun unpacked her suitcase as she wondered how the man had found her luggage and placed it neatly in the room. She put on her long white cotton dress, the soft texture of which gently touched her ankles, a sensation that made her blood moan gently all over her body. She loved it, and after all the ups and downs, she felt her weak heart grow even softer, and in this tenderness there was an inexplicable feeling, a sensitivity that came from her heart.

She wanted to get out of this huge room as soon as possible, she felt as if she were suffocating. Because the room was so big, she felt even more insignificant and helpless. Yes, she was an independent person, in this world, she was independent, she had only herself, who could really give her something to fall back on, to lose this feeling of weightlessness? She often feels inexplicably helpless and needs something to really be with her, and she wants to escape from this feeling. Otherwise, she would really be lost.

As she stepped out of the door, a fresh breeze blew in her face, making her look up unconsciously. There was a wide and endless coast, where the water and the sky met, with a series of mountains and a few white clouds above them. The clouds, with the same name as her own, were stomping in the sky with such ease that she could not help but look at them for a few more moments. At the end of the shore, the sea is invisible, only at the end where light and shadow intermingle, the water changes colour, from blue to blue-grey, from blue-grey to blinding light, and disappears at the end of the mountains, all indescribable, indefinable, only a haze of light and colour, finally transforming into an endless expanse of water, all inscrutable. This is why she loves the sea, because it holds as many variables and unknowns as the future of life, and this feeling of the unknown is like a secret that intrigues and fascinates her. She often wants to cross to the end of the sea and the end of time to see if there are beautiful wonders hidden there.