Ye Tingyun tried for a while. He was indeed unable to remove it. He could only give up. Bruce had to ensure that there was no danger of anything going wrong before the transaction.
It was silence in the coconut groves.
The ice-cold rays of moonlight landed on the coconut groves in picturesque disorder. It was accompanied by the sound of the waves, which had a rhythm. There was something sentimental about it. Ye Chu sat on the tree branch. Her white skirt draped down. Her fair feet did not wear any shoes. A leg was placed horizontally on the head of the branch while the other leg was swaying lightly. She leaned inclined against the trunk and was playing the harmonica. The ice-cold rays of moonlight landed on her face. It was mottled and gentle like a spirit that had fallen onto earth. Ye Tingyun stood under the tree and raised his head slightly.
Is it you?
