A certain island in the Southern Hemisphere.
Midsummer night, the warm sea breeze rolled the waves to wash over the beach.
Li Qiao had slept the entire day and was now sitting on the bay window of a standalone villa by the coast, staring into space.
She was confined—not exactly imprisoned—but it was no different from being cut off from the world.
This island is located in the Southern Hemisphere, a place Li Qiao has never set foot on, and she even doubts if its precise location could be found on a map.
The island is neither too big nor too small, surrounded by the sea, with a unique landscape that somewhat resembles Wenxi Island.
But, besides her and Shang Yu, there were only bodyguards and a cook on the island.
The four assistants were nowhere in sight; the Zuo siblings hadn't come along either.
In Li Qiao's world, only Shang Yu remained.
A sigh escaped from her chapped lips, but her calm and quiet eyes remained unruffled.
