White sand chairs lined up on the beach created a striking scene, with many small boats and mid-sized yachts docked along the coast.
Lao Hei had pre-chartered a yacht of the highest standards, available for sailing before four in the afternoon here.
The boat was manned by a local, his skin tanned darkly, speaking Mandarin with a local accent, making communication not too difficult.
Once at sea, the yacht sped up quickly, offering a thrill 'racing' through the water that was not at all less exciting than on land.
Xiang Wan's long hair was swept wildly by the sea breeze, and at first, she was a bit scared, tightly gripping the railing of the boat, but gradually, she let go. When the yacht was stable, she stood up, arms spread wide to embrace the sea breeze.
She let go of her inhibitions, laughing with a childlike innocence.
This scene caught Zuo Xingyun's eye, and it seemed he was infected by her smile, his thin lips slightly curving up.
