It was night at the Bay Villa.
The summers in Hong Kong are long, and the benefit of living by the sea is the frequent enjoyment of the pleasant sea breeze.
Li Jiaqi walked barefoot on the beach, leaving a playful line of footprints.
On the horizon, a sliver of sunset like blood dyed the vast sea where the sky meets the ocean, sprawling like a vividly colored oil painting.
He Yingdong stood on a rock, hands in his pockets, gazing into the distance.
His handsome face showed no expression.
Li Jiaqi chased a crab on the beach, but after a long chase, it got away.
After a while, she straightened up and looked at He Yingdong.
He Yingdong's tall figure stood like a statue.
Since learning about his true identity from Old Madam He, this guy has been lost in thought all day long.
He seemed burdened with deep worries.
"He Yingdong, He Yingdong..."
She called out loudly.
