Zuo Mufeng left the hotel, and in March in Sicily, it was neither cold nor hot, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless.
He went to the seaside, watching the azure sea where seagulls occasionally flew past.
Was that woman safe now?
Had the intense killings on the small island harmed her?
Or had she escaped with Fei'er?
No, she must still be on the island, as Fei'er had left alone at the time.
If she were still on the island, would the Zhuo Family consider her the murderer and deal with her accordingly?
The order given by his elder brother was to spare no one, to seek vengeance for Junyi.
Zuo Mufeng's heart suddenly trembled; at the time, he had not known she was on the island, nor had he thought she would disguise herself and switch places with Junyi.
In that instant, thinking of this, Zuo Mufeng suddenly felt very afraid.
If she were mistakenly killed, would he never see her again?
Zuo Mufeng clenched his fists, no, he had to personally check the island again.
