Gu Ran felt a spark ignite within him, like the restless magma in a dark volcano.
The result of a volcanic eruption remained unpredictable; it could widen the area of the island, enrich the soil, or it could destroy the island, leaving no grass growing.
"I don't," Gu Ran answered, "I don't hold unrealistic expectations for dreams."
Zhuang Jing nodded gently, smiling, "Not expecting too much from dreams, not being attached to them, that's what psychologists should do."
The two looked towards the sea.
"Mrs. Jing, you live in Haicheng, and now you're facing the sea again; do you ever get tired of it?" Gu Ran asked.
"Why would I still be in Haicheng if I were tired of it?" Zhuang Jing's face was serene, with a hint of a smile, "The sea is endlessly fascinating; just looking at it restores my Heart Power."
Gu Ran appeared relaxed on the surface, yet his fingers left crescent-shaped marks in his palm.
