The sky was not kind tonight; there was no bright moonlight, nor were there twinkling stars, only the intermittent sea breeze tainted with the smell of brine. Under such circumstances, it was impossible to create even the slightest romantic atmosphere.
But Xiao Mei didn't care. In fact, she felt rather fortunate. Even though there was no moonlight or starlight to create a sense of romance for her, they could conceal her and Wang Yu's intimate moments on the beach.
In the darkness, Wang Yu and Xiao Mei sat side by side.
Wang Yu gazed at the sea and pondered his issues, and Xiao Mei, too, looked out at the sea deep in contemplation. Although both were in thought, their concerns were definitely not the same, and there was a clear difference between right and wrong.
Wang Yu's considerations were virtuous, and not at all complex: after Zheng Shuang brought his and her parents to Bird City, should he let them stay in Lin Xi's two-bedroom apartment or Qin Yue's villa?
