On the seafront in the early morning.
The breeze, carrying the salty tang of seawater, hit Wei Anning's face as she walked along the beach in her flowing Bohemian long dress, barefoot. The cool seawater lapped over her ankles, and walking on the fine, soft white sand, she occasionally bent over to pick up seashells washed ashore by the waves.
That graceful figure looked like a sea sprite lost in the human world.
Leng Yanbo stood quietly under the large tree on the shore, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves and falling on his handsome features, now heavy with shadow. Drawing out a cigarette, he lit it with an expensive lighter. The blue flame ignited, and he took a drag, smoke enveloping him.
He squinted his eyes. Last night he had waited until midnight, and she hadn't come to find him, to explain the reason for being out of touch for a whole month. Had she forgotten her vows to him?
