Once aboard the large ship, nearly everyone was from the Watson Courtyard. The personnel on the ship returning from overseas were a mess, most of them were medical researchers. Since they were from the World Health Organization, they inevitably drew a lot of attention. It would've been too obvious if she and Caleb Baker had gone alone.
Bringing people with them today could divert some attention.
Heading deep into the sea, Caleb stood on the deck, facing the wind. His black hair was messy and wild. He squinted slightly, his long eyelashes dark, his mood fluctuating in ways he couldn't explain.
So many years had passed and he had already put life and death aside, thinking that he only had a few years left to live. Now he was reborn, he didn't feel much, only that-
He was quite lucky.
Only by living, could he have a future with her.
He was a person who never considered what would happen tomorrow.
"Are you from the Watson Courtyard? Or what do you do?"
