Last night it rained, and the air on the island was exceptionally fresh, Nong Chun couldn't help but take a deep breath, vaguely feeling the cool sensation being drawn from his nostrils all the way down into his lungs.
Having lived in big cities for years, he hadn't smelled such fresh air in a long time!
Unable to resist, Nong Chun looked towards the direction where the yacht had gone down yesterday, "I wonder if the crew has come to pick us up."
Jiang Ning, holding her toiletries, shook her head, "They probably haven't. We didn't walk far from there, if the crew had come, a honk from a horn would have been enough for us to hear."
"That's true," Nong Chun agreed.
Jiang Ning stepped aside, and last night, while tidying up the tent, an idea suddenly struck her. The reason why she was trapped overnight on this desolate island was that the crew didn't show up today, but what if they didn't appear tomorrow like they didn't today?
