On a distant island far from the hustle and bustle of the city, the two of them lay asleep on the beach, wrapped in each other's arms, with the sky above as their blanket and the sand below as their bed.
On the island's north shore stood a small villa, but it seemed thoroughly ignored by the pair, who had chosen instead to face the sea, hugging each other, using the sand as their pillow.
Bzzz! Bzzz!
Fu Yanchen's phone suddenly rang.
With a groan, he fumbled to answer it, eyes half-lidded. At first glance, his face was full of irritation, but then a smile slowly bloomed.
Jiang Jiamian lay on his chest, eyes still closed, and asked lazily, "What good news?"
He didn't need to open his eyes to sense Fu Yanchen's delight.
Fu Yanchen's voice turned light, relaxed. "The old man's in the hospital. Fu Xiaoyuan's in police custody."
"Tsk! Well done."
Jiang Jiamian opened his eyes slowly, turned his head, and looked at him. "So? Time to go home and watch the fireworks up close?"
