Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai took steady and powerful steps, one after another, his steps were firm and resolute, as if each step carried an extremely heavy mission. His feet were like nails driven into the earth, solid and steady, slowly moving forward. Each of his steps was so solid that it seemed to be able to bear the weight of the entire world, and that firm strength seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles. Every step he took made a dull but firm sound, which kept echoing in this slightly silent space, just like a heavy and powerful drumbeat, shaking everything around. The sound seemed to have an invisible power, making the air around him seem to become heavy.

Wang Xunhai's posture is as straight as a pine tree, his eyes are firm and deep, revealing an unyielding will. His steps are not only steady and powerful, but also have a resolute momentum, as if he is ready to face all difficulties and obstacles. Every move he makes seems so firm, as if his body contains endless power, this power comes not only from his muscles, but also from his inner belief and sense of mission.

Finally, after a long journey, he arrived at a hut that looked quite simple. The hut swayed slightly in the wind, and the dilapidated walls and rotten wood seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time. The hut seemed to be a little shaky, as if it would collapse in the wind at any moment, making people worry about the people living inside. Wang Xunhai's footsteps stopped steadily, and a small piece of dust was raised on the ground. The dust spread in the air and covered his feet like a layer of gauze.

The hut looked like it had been through countless storms. The dirt on the walls had peeled off, revealing the rotten wood inside. The thatched roof also looked messy, swaying in the wind, as if telling of its exhaustion and unbearableness. The area around the hut was overgrown with weeds, making it look desolate and bleak. Wang Xunhai stood in front of the hut, staring quietly at the dilapidated building, with a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He slightly turned his head and cast his gaze towards Madam Feng beside him. At this moment, his expression was as solemn as a storm that was about to sweep over, and his gloomy face seemed to be dripping with water. His eyes revealed deep worry, as if a mountain weighing ten thousand pounds was pressing on his heart, making it almost difficult for him to breathe. He slowly began to speak: "The current situation is like a raging flood, happening rapidly and unstoppably. We really have no way to avoid it. This force is strong and fierce, like an unavoidable disaster. We can only face it bravely like a brave warrior and meet the challenge without flinching. Everyone has mustered up their courage and stepped forward resolutely. They are ready to face unknown difficulties with firm beliefs. However, only Alice is still trapped in this dilemma like an endless abyss. She seems to be swallowed by darkness and cannot extricate herself. I plan to try to persuade her, hoping to help her get out of this shadow. If she can't get rid of this matter, how can she actively meet the future life full of countless unknowns in the days to come? She still has a long way to go in her life, and she can't be bound by difficulties like this."

Wang Xunhai's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word contained the heaviness and worry in his heart. His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard. His eyes were full of concern and worry for Alice. He knew how difficult the predicament Alice was facing was, and he hoped that through his own efforts, he could help her regain the courage and confidence in life.

After hearing what Wang Xunhai said, Madam Feng's face was instantly covered with a heavy worry like a haze. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be the marks carved by the years, and also like the external expression of inner sorrow. That expression was like the sky with dark clouds and a storm coming, which made people feel an indescribable depression. She said with full of worry: "Your words may be like sharp arrows, piercing her already fragile heart again. She has endured too much pain, and the trauma of her heart has not healed yet. I must go with you, I can't let her suffer more harm. You have always acted impulsively and recklessly, like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, and it is difficult to control your behavior and words. I am really worried, for fear that you will hurt her inadvertently."

Mrs. Feng's eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness, and her voice was trembling, revealing her inner fear and worry. She knew that Alice's heart had been greatly traumatized, and she was afraid that Wang Xunhai's words and deeds would hurt her again and make her situation worse. Her words were full of dissatisfaction and doubts about Wang Xunhai. She believed that Wang Xunhai's character was too impulsive and reckless, and he was not suitable to persuade Alice.

Wang Xunhai couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch his head when he heard what Madam Feng said. A bitter smile with a hint of helplessness appeared on his face. A trace of embarrassment and embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he quickly responded: "Oh, there's no need to be like this. I'm not as rude and rude as you think. I also have a gentle and considerate side, but you haven't noticed it yet. I will pay attention to my words and actions and try my best to avoid hurting her."

Wang Xunhai showed a helpless smile on his face, and he tried to explain that he was not as impulsive and reckless as Madam Feng said. There was a hint of sincerity in his eyes, hoping that Madam Feng could believe him. However, Madam Feng's questioning made him feel a little embarrassed and ashamed, and he didn't know how to make Madam Feng believe him.

Upon hearing this, Madam Feng rolled her eyes at Wang Xunhai without hesitation. Her eyes were full of dissatisfaction and doubt, as if silently expressing, "I don't believe it!" Her eyes were cold and sharp, like a sword, piercing Wang Xunhai's heart. Wang Xunhai was a little confused by this sudden look, and suddenly felt embarrassed. His cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. He had to lower his head in embarrassment, like a child who had done something wrong, looking a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Mrs. Feng's eyes were full of disdain and distrust. Her rolling eyes made Wang Xunhai feel extremely embarrassed and awkward. His cheeks flushed and his eyes showed a trace of panic. He didn't know how to face Mrs. Feng's doubts and dissatisfaction. His heart was full of helplessness and grievance. He felt that he was misunderstood, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Madam Feng continued, "Men like you who speak and act directly and never know how to be tactful, how can you know how to communicate effectively with women, and how can you truly understand what true tenderness is? You are like rough and blunt stones that have not been carved or polished, and you don't know how to be considerate and caring. You always deal with things in your own way, but ignore the feelings of others."

Mrs. Feng's voice was full of anger and disappointment. She was dissatisfied with Wang Xunhai's behavior and words. She believed that men should know how to communicate with women and be more considerate and caring about women's feelings. However, Wang Xunhai's behavior disappointed her. She felt that Wang Xunhai was like an uncut stone, rough and stiff, and did not know how to care for and love others.

After saying this, Mrs. Feng did not hesitate at all, and decisively stretched out her hand and pushed open the door that looked a little old. The door made a "creaking" sound, and this sound seemed to be the sigh of time, full of vicissitudes and sadness. It told the stories of the past and witnessed countless storms.

Mrs. Feng's actions were decisive and resolute, and her eyes were full of firmness and determination. She pushed the door open with all her strength, as if she wanted to leave all her troubles and worries behind. The creaking sound of the door echoed in the silent air, as if it was the echo of time, making people feel a deep sense of vicissitudes and sadness.

Inside the house, Alice was sitting there quietly, as if she had lost her soul, with empty eyes and no focus, like a lifeless puppet. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, like a tangled mess, without the slightest bit of life. Her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood, as if the vitality of life had gradually drained away from her body. When she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, she slowly raised her head, her eyes full of panic and helplessness. Her body was shaking slightly, her voice was trembling, and she asked with deep fear: "Is he really dead?" The voice was as weak as a candle that was about to go out in the wind, as if it would completely disappear in the silent air in the next moment. The voice was full of despair and sadness, which made people feel pity.

Alice's body curled up in the corner, her eyes full of despair and fear. Her hair was disheveled, covering most of her face, making it difficult to see her expression. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, as if she had lost the vitality of life. Her body trembled slightly, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind. When she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, she slowly raised her head, her eyes full of panic and helplessness.