Anjue received a call from Ye Xiaoyu. Before Anjue could speak, Ye Xiaoyu's cold voice came through from the other side.
"Anjue, I'm at Worry-free Coast, come over."
Ye Xiaoyu looked at the stars in the sky from the rocks by the sea. The cold wind blew, dark clouds covered the crescent moon, the sky was pitch black, without a single star shining.
Next to her were rocks upon rocks, and behind her, the turbulent and terrifying waves of the black sea.
From afar, she saw an anxious figure running towards her.
"Little Fish."
"Chen Ming…"
She stood up, facing the night, the sea breeze blowing, looking at his concerned and worried face, she gave him a slight smile: "Stay there, I want to say a few words to you."
Chen Ming stopped ten meters away from her, his heart beating incessantly. He had dropped everything and ran over as soon as he got the call.
"Why are you standing in such a dangerous place, come over."
"Chen Ming, Little Fish…"
