The white yacht sailed on the azure sea, the briny sea breeze hitting her face. About an hour later, a small island came into view, seemingly a circle smaller than Aisha Island.
The buildings on the island had the typical Mediterranean style, looking calm and dignified under the sunlight, unlike the castle on Aisha Island, which possessed an ancient and mysterious allure.
After ten minutes, the yacht docked at the pier where many other yachts of various sizes were parked. It seemed a grand social event was about to take place here.
Wei Anning looked around curiously, having only seen such a spectacular scene on television; being there in person, she realized that the world of the wealthy really shone with splendor.
