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A false alarm.
This was the hotel's private beach, where there weren't many people. In the distance, a public beach was crowded. Many were surfing, some paragliding in mid-air, and others riding jet skis, enjoying a variety of activities.
"Qiao Xia!" Mu Liang looked down at her from above, his face dark with anger and his cold features unsatisfied with frost. Just as Mu Liang was about to scold her, Qiao Xia suddenly raised a white seashell with a radiant smile, "How beautiful!"
Mu Liang was stunned, the sound of the waves and the noise both seemed to recede into the distance, the whole world appeared to move in slow motion. Her smile seemed to freeze before his eyes, so pure, so bright, carefree, like something out of childhood.
She smiled, she spoke.
Mu Liang was shocked, overjoyed, saddened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
A layer of sadness seemed to shadow his overly delicate face.
Had she come to her senses?
