The crane gracefully landed on the outskirts of the island, spreading its wide wings for the passengers to dismount.
Shu Qianqian deftly skidded off the wing as though it was a slide. She strode several steps ahead, looking back every once in a while. When her eyes locked on Li Meirong's, she appeared to be extremely worried. She bit her lower lip, revealing a worrisome expression.
Li Meirong gave her a noncommittal, tight smile. She held onto the crane's side and awkwardly jumped off in an unsteady motion, tripping onto the sand beneath.
It was moist and warm. Tepid water splashed about her feet, soaking right through her worn-out leather boots.
She turned around and beheld a scattering of a soft white sheen, highlighting the gentle waves of the cobalt sea behind her. It seemed to be the only light she saw, since the night was overcast and shrouding the rest in darkness.
She untied her boots and removed her socks, quickly storing them within her dimension.
