“Jing looked at the jug of wine beside him and placed his hand on it
and a white mist rose from the jug and enveloped the entire boat in
thick white fog. It was like the entire boat had been consumed by the
sea and nothing was left from the outside.”
“Jing lowered his head to look at the sleeping Xiao Yao and his
fingers gently traced her face, over and over, until even if he lost his
sight one day, he would still be able to see her face.”
“Jing looked at the jug of wine beside him and placed his hand on it
and a white mist rose from the jug and enveloped the entire boat in
thick white fog. It was like the entire boat had been consumed by the
sea and nothing was left from the outside.”
“Jing lowered his head to look at the sleeping Xiao Yao and his
fingers gently traced her face, over and over, until even if he lost his
sight one day, he would still be able to see her face.”