"Very well. Let's go."
Zhong Yunman rarely revealed such a gentle side to others. She took Jiang Xinghai's arm and gazed into the distance.
Nightingale, who was responsible for piloting the yacht, watched the couple from a distance, her eyes filled with envy.
As the yacht gradually approached Cui Mountain Island, Zheng Wuji, who was on the shore, suddenly straightened up.
"They're here!"
Zheng Wuji let out a long sigh of relief. It was already eight o'clock at night!
Jiang Xinghai had finally come!
However, he suddenly sensed another powerful aura besides Jiang Xinghai's, which instantly put him on high alert. An indescribable sense of tension welled up inside him.
This aura... it was even a little familiar!
'That's... Zhong Yunman!'
Under the moonlight, Zhong Yunman stood on the deck with her arm linked through Jiang Xinghai's, staring at Zheng Wuji.
