The blue sea, the open sky, and a soft breeze brushing against his face, far from the city, and even further from the land, on a green, tree-covered island where the waves rolled gently over the light sand.
Jiang Jiamian lay lazily on a beach lounger, wearing only a pair of swim trunks and sipping leisurely from the cocktail in his hand.
He tilted his head toward Fu Yanchen, who had just ended a phone call and was smiling faintly, "Let me guess, what good news makes you smile like this?"
Fu Yanchen hated pretending his legs were still injured, especially when they had long since healed. Around others, he had to play the cripple, but here, on this private island, he could walk freely, relax, and even indulge in... any posture he liked with Jiang Jiamian.
Cough. No, it was more about peace of mind.
Everything back home was under control. All that remained was to close the net. So the two of them had flown here by helicopter to enjoy a rare moment of leisure.
