Suddenly, Mu Xiaojiu's mood grew even heavier.
Why is it that when counting past events, there are hardly any good ones?
If it's not forcing, it's being forced. It seems he's always bullying this girl.
Is everything happening now a punishment from heaven?
Throughout the journey, both of them had their own thoughts and hardly spoke to each other.
After several dozen minutes, the car stopped at the harbor.
Everyone got out of the car, pulling along their luggage and following Ye Hua towards the edge of the harbor.
There, a small yacht was docked. In truth, it wasn't that small—it could accommodate dozens of people without issue.
But ever since Baili Xia had seen Mu Xiaojiu's large yacht transformed into a floating restaurant, this one could only be called small.
At this season, the seaside wasn't calm, and the yacht bobbed continuously with the waves.
