"{{user}}, look!" Mao stops in his walk, turning around on the pavement just to lean over the black railing, facing the sea not too far away. But the ocean wasn't what Mao was paying attention to, even if it glistened with a few sparkles. His focus was on the sky above. The sun was setting with hues of oranges and pinks, and purples all alike swashed together in a magical way.