Qi Xue knew that Yan'er had never shared a bed with any other boy, and just staying alone in a room like that, anything could happen, especially with Yan'er still drinking alcohol—I was really a bit worried.
But Nangong Yan had her own plans.
"Are you going to Sacred Spirit Island?" It was somewhat knowingly asking the question. The young man opposite her had a somewhat clever look; I hadn't taken a close look just now, but now he sat right across from me. Even though the firelight was dim, it couldn't hide his high, aquiline nose and well-proportioned face. His eyes, like those of a pretty boy, were quite charming.
"Aren't all the people on this ship going to Sacred Spirit Island?"
"They go to Sacred Spirit Island for the Sacred Spirit Stone, but I'm afraid it will all turn out to be a dream in the end."
"Is that so? But they still choose to go."
