Outside a large floor-to-ceiling glass wall.
It is the deep night at Songdu Port with scattered fishing fires in the distance and the faint sound of waves.
Su Wanqing sits in a spacious single-seat sofa, with the night sea and sky outside the window as her stunning backdrop.
She has changed out of her wine-red velvet long dress into a matte black battle suit, tailored to perfection, outlining breathtaking curves, her long legs crossed, wrapped in sheer black stockings, her toes casually tapping a pair of black heels.
Hearing footsteps, she turns her head.
Chestnut wavy hair cascades over her shoulders, and in those enchanting almond-shaped eyes, there's not a trace of allure, only the serenity of the deep sea with a hint of hardly noticeable weariness.
She points to another sofa opposite.
Fang Qingyu sits down, meeting her gaze with a calm expression.
