Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai took steady and firm steps, moving forward step by step. Each of his steps was extremely solid and powerful, and the steady steps seemed to be the heartbeat of the earth. Every time he stepped, the earth could feel his unwavering determination, so that the earth seemed to be trembling slightly, as if responding to the strength in his heart. There was an unwavering light in his eyes, and that light was as bright as the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly, illuminating his way forward. The firmness contained in his eyes seemed to be a lighthouse that never went out, guiding him in the vast ocean of life. Although his steps were not fast, they contained endless power, and each step seemed to carry the unshakable determination deep in his heart. It was a firm belief from the depths of his soul, as solid as a rock, unshakable, as if all the difficulties and obstacles in the world would vanish in front of him.

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his hand, and that hand seemed to have the power to create the world. He mobilized all his strength, and that strength was like a surging tide, pouring out from the depths of his body and gathering on his arm. He resolutely pushed towards the closed door, which seemed to be a barrier to an unknown world. Under his powerful push, the door slowly opened, making a dull and heavy sound. The sound echoed in this silent space, like an ancient bell, announcing a new beginning.

At the moment the door was pushed open, just as Wang Xunhai expected, Li Yuehan appeared outside the door. Li Yuehan's face was shrouded in a layer of mysterious color, which was like the mist in the morning, making his inner thoughts as if covered by a layer of fog, making it difficult to understand. His expression was extremely solemn, and his eyes revealed an extremely serious atmosphere, as if what he was about to say was related to the fate of the whole world. His serious expression made people think of the solemnity and solemnity of the ancient prophet when he was about to reveal a major secret. He told Wang Xunhai in a serious tone that he had obtained an envelope by chance. His voice was low and powerful, like a muffled thunder, constantly echoing in this silent space. There was an irresistible power in that voice, which made people involuntarily want to listen to his next words.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, a glimmer of curiosity flashed in his eyes involuntarily. The light was like a bright meteor across the night sky, instantly lighting up his eyes and making them glow with a strange brilliance. The curious light seemed to contain a desire for the unknown world and a desire to explore. He reached out and took the envelope without hesitation. His movements were cautious, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. His fingers gently touched the surface of the envelope, feeling the slight texture with his heart. The texture seemed to be the pulse of history, beating with the stories of the years. His heart was filled with endless expectations, as if the envelope contained the key to open the door to the future.

Wang Xunhai gently pulled the envelope open, his movements were gentle and slow, as if he was treating a fragile work of art, fearing that the letter inside would be damaged if he was not careful. His sight immediately focused on the letter inside the envelope, his eyes were filled with a high degree of concentration, as if the whole world only had this letter. The focused look was like a scholar studying a precious ancient book, fearing to miss any details.

However, when he finally saw the contents of the letter, the expression on his face changed drastically and became extremely complicated. His eyes were full of doubts and puzzlement, as if he was trapped in a bottomless mystery that made him at a loss. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful light, as if he was racking his brains to think about the contents of the letter, trying to find the answer from it. The wrinkled brows were like a mountain of thinking, carrying his inner confusion and exploration.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around seemed to fall into a deep sleep and become motionless. The air seemed to become heavy, making people feel an invisible pressure. After a long time, the doubts on Wang Xunhai's face gradually began to change. A strange expression slowly emerged on his face, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "This child has accomplished so many things while I have been enjoying my leisure time here these days. His ambition is even stronger than mine." After that, Wang Xunhai smiled bitterly helplessly, with a bit of self-mockery and emotion in his laughter. He couldn't help but begin to reflect on himself deeply in his heart, feeling that he was like a greasy middle-aged man who had lost his ambition, in sharp contrast to the child who was full of energy and fighting spirit. There was a hint of loss in his eyes, but at the same time there was a hint of determination, as if he had made up his mind to make changes and regain what he had lost. The lost eyes, like the fallen leaves in late autumn, carried a hint of sadness; and the determined light, like the warm sun in winter, brought a glimmer of hope.

In this slightly heavy atmosphere, Alice walked gracefully. Her steps were light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly, and every step was full of agility. Her figure was like a spring breeze, bringing vitality and energy. Her eyes were instantly attracted by the letter in Wang Xunhai's hand, and her curiosity was like a blazing fire, burning more and more fiercely. Her eyes were full of desire, and she couldn't wait to know the content of the letter. She couldn't help but ask eagerly: "Who sent this letter? What is written on it?" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a beautiful piece of music, breaking the originally dull atmosphere and bringing a touch of vitality to this silent space. The sound was like the sound of birds in the morning, crisp and pleasant, making people feel happy.

Wang Xunhai took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent waves in his heart. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, as if he was trying to adjust his emotions so that he could face it more calmly. The ups and downs of his chest were like a harbor in the storm, trying to seek peace and tranquility. Then, he slowly said, "It's a letter from my son, saying that he hopes I can go and help him." His voice revealed a firm determination, as if this decision was made after countless days and nights of careful consideration, and it was unquestionable. That firm voice, like the beating of a war drum, inspired people to move forward courageously.

At this point, Wang Xunhai's eyes revealed a ray of unwavering light, which seemed to be a beacon in the darkness, illuminating his way forward and helping him find direction in this confused life. His eyes were full of expectations for the future, as if he had seen the scene of himself successfully helping his son and the picture of them moving towards a better future together. The expectant eyes, like the dawn of light, brought people infinite hope and vision.

It turns out that Wang Xunhai has always regarded himself 20 years ago as his son, and he traveled back to 20 years ago with some mysterious and powerful power. During that special time, he took care of himself 20 years ago as if he were his own son. He used his heart to feel every bit of that era, and used love to warm the former self, so that he no longer felt lonely and helpless in that strange era. He seemed to be a time traveler, shuttling through the long river of time, using his own power to change the past and create the future.

Now, Wang Xunhai from 20 years ago sent a letter asking for help, begging him to go over and help. Wang Xunhai had actually made a decision in his heart. He deeply understood that he could not ignore his past self no matter what. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles, how many unknown challenges were waiting for him ahead, he had to go without hesitation to help his former self. Because in his heart, this was not only a heavy responsibility, but also a redemption of the past and an expectation for the future. He knew that only in this way could he make up for the regrets of the past and make his life more complete and fulfilling. That firm belief, like a burning flame, would never go out, illuminating his way forward.