After a day and night of traveling by boat and carriage, the dawn's twilight pierced through the clouds, and the plane slowly landed on the island.
Seated by the window, Jian Qing watched the island beneath become increasingly clear, her red lips curling into a cold arc.
So they had hidden away here.
The plane came to a stop, and the men in black disembarked first, with Jian Qing following behind last.
As soon as she deplaned, Jian Qing encountered a familiar face.
Shen Yan, who was out for a walk by the seaside, saw Jian Qing and could barely hide the surprise in his eyes. His gaze moved past her, glancing at the plane and the men in black at Jian Qing's side, and he instantly understood.
Had his brother still not given up?
"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, Shen Yan." Jian Qing greeted him with her arms folded and in a breezy tone.
Shen Yan quickly approached her, and the men in black scattered, "Second Young Master."
"All of you, go down." Shen Yan said.
