Motionless, like a sculpture.
Even Xia Lin couldn't help but feel a little sympathy after seeing it.
He turned his head and glanced at Qiao An, noticing she was looking out the car window, lost in her thoughts.
Her profile, so beautiful it seemed unreal.
...
Private island.
There were no more servants on the island, no more butler; the guards had to stay on the yacht, forbidden to set foot on shore without orders.
The first day's food was personally cooked by Mu Jingnan.
At first, Situ Yunshu didn't know it was him who cooked it and thought it must be a new chef, since it tasted so bad.
Until the second day, she woke up early, with nothing to do, she went downstairs intending to go to the beach for a breeze.
It was just a few minutes past six in the morning, and the kitchen was already filled with the clanging of pots and pans.
She was surprised, thinking it was the chef.
