Mi Yin was far faster than those soldiers.
By the time the troops arrived, the chaotic scene was already empty. The perpetrator had vanished without a trace.
「 」
On the island.
In the villa.
An Jin brought Ling Hong a set of clean new clothes. She had ordered them online a couple of days ago based on Mi Yin's measurements. Their builds weren't too different, so they should fit him well enough.
Ling Hong's clothes had been practically torn to shreds. After changing into the new outfit and taking a shower, he finally looked presentable again.
"I didn't think you'd actually be able to find your way here," Mi Yin said ominously, leaning against the bathroom doorway.
Ling Hong ignored him and walked straight to An Jin. He bent down and pulled her into a long, tight hug, his deep voice filled with endless devotion. "I can't believe I actually made it..."
