At the end of the beach was the Primeval Forest, untamed and dense with shrubs that blocked the path. Wei Anning stopped. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she always felt like two gloomy gazes were following her.
Like a shadow that lingered, impossible to shake off.
Her heart was uneasy, haunted by paranoia. Turning back, she saw only Leng Yanbo's deep and affectionate gaze. She was annoyed at herself for having a guilty conscience, and even more vexed at Leng Youchen's daunting presence that made her panic the moment her thoughts strayed.
Little did she know, her and Leng Yanbo's departure had been fully witnessed by someone.
Leng Yanbo, in his suit and leather shoes, was the epitome of a corporate elite, completely out of place on this vibrant island. He should have been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a skyscraper, looking down at the world with vigor.
