The only archipelago state of ilijian.
Hawaii.
A world-renowned World War II morial site.
A destroyer ship cruises leisurely on the azure sea.
In the last century.
An eventful battle erupted here, shocking the world and remains rembered to this day.
Dongying people, piloting countless planes, launched a devastating bombing and suicidal assault here, turning countless lives to ashes.
But today, there is no trace left; the sky is blue, the sea is wide, and ti is peaceful.
"Slurp."
By the side of the destroyer called Vilia, a brunette woman with an alluring back sipped the juice from her cup with a straw, leaning lazily against the railing, watching the distant seagulls soaring on the horizon and gently lifted her sunglasses.
"Vera! Vera!"
A voice called from inside the cabin.
The woman at the railing acted as if she hadn’t heard, not responding.
Yet, soone still found her.
"Here you are, I’ve been looking for you. Didn’t you hear ?"
A handso young white man stepped out of the cabin, standing about six feet tall, with chiseled features, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge, the typical look of a good-looking man from Europe and Arica.
"Shh."
The woman or rather the girl at the railing gestured, not turning around, "Listen."
The handso white guy quieted down, listening carefully, but heard nothing but seagulls and the waves.
"Listen to what?"
He looked confused.
"The sound of freedom."
They were speaking at cross purposes.
Or you could say it was like playing music to a cow.
The handso white guy paused, not minding, and stood behind her, urging, "Vera, hurry up and change clothes."
"Why change clothes?"
"The yacht is ready, it’s already waiting below, didn’t you say you wanted to go diving?"
Diving.
It is indeed an increasingly popular sport.
But coming on a destroyer to go diving?
"I don’t feel like diving now."
The woman with the explosive figure said lazily, without even changing into a diving suit, being quite willful.
The handso white guy was once again stunned, with a mix of dumbfounded but sowhat endearing expression.
If it were so other won, facing a guy like him, they would probably fawn over him, but until now, she was just admiring the sea view, not sparing him a glance.
"Why? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
The handso guy with a model’s shape didn’t get angry, standing beside her, obviously not very eloquent or good with sweet talk.
"No reason, you go dive."
"If you don’t go, I won’t go."
This guy, though not so smooth with girls, at least knew what should be done, earnestly saying, "I’ll accompany you."
One cannot bla him for being clumsy and inarticulate.
Being able to take a destroyer to go diving.
The level of wealth is conceivable.
It’s not just sothing money can summarize.
People like this likely have few opportunities to coax the opposite sex on a daily basis.
Without experience, where would experience co from?
"No need, you go ahead, I’m fine being alone, it’s rare to have so quiet."
Her response was blunt, or rather that’s just how Westerners are, unlike The East that emphasizes subtlety, they are straightforward.
"What’s the point in diving alone, Vera, do you have sothing on your mind?"
The handso guy wasn’t upset, turning to ask, seeming like both of them weren’t very old.
Poor people play with cars, rich ones play with watches.
Then what about a destroyer?
This world is just like that.
So are born in Ro.
And so are born as oxen and horses.
The woman finally tilted her head, lowered her face, and pulled down her sunglasses to reveal a pair of amber eyes.
"Oh, getting smarter, then tell , what’s on my mind?"
The handso guy shook his head, "I can only feel like you’re not very happy."
Vera put her sunglasses back on, sighed, "Even you can tell, that’s a failure."
"Vera, why aren’t you happy?"
The handso guy asked, puzzled but sincere.
"What’s the use of telling you?"
"It is helpful, I can help you."
"In anything at all?" Vera smiled, saying lightly.
"Yes, anything."
The handso guy nodded firmly and seriously.
Vera then pondered for a mont.
"I want to be a seagull, can you help ?"
Unsurprisingly the handso guy was dumbfounded,
no matter how capable he was, he couldn’t do magic.
"Vera, can we change to sothing else..."
"If you can’t do it, don’t make promises lightly, even if I let it go, with other girls, you have to be careful."
Vera casually reminded him.
"Vera, do you want to fly?"
The handso guy tested the waters, "We can get a hot air balloon, glider, or helicopter right away."
No response.
Upon seeing this, the handso guy shut his mouth, no longer disturbing her, imitating her stance, leaning against the railing, gazing at the sea, silently accompanying her.
"Sigh, boring."
A light sigh ca from beside him.
"How about I tell you sothing interesting?" The handso guy seized the opportunity.
Vera seed uninterested, "You don’t have a talent for storytelling."
"It’s not a joke."
The handso guy said earnestly: "Myanmar is at war, did you know?"
"Isn’t that place often in conflict? Just a bunch of natives fighting each other, what’s so interesting about that?"
"This ti it’s different."
The handso guy said enthusiastically, "Vera, you’d definitely be interested."
Seeing her still showing a lack of interest, he continued, "Since the conflict broke out, Myanmar has had several thousand casualties. Although there are often disputes breaking out around the world, it’s been a long ti since there have been such heavy losses. The severity this ti is because both sides have major backers supporting them."
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