Another night shrouded in misty darkness, a private yacht lay quietly in the near bay, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, where one could see the cleanest night sky and the brightest stars, with gentle waves slapping the hull, rocking back and forth like a cradle...
Around the yacht, a circle of red candles glowed, the roses decorated on the railing exuded a strong fragrance, adding an extra warmth to the night.
"Let's go back!"
The celebration Long Yutian spoke of turned out to be spending the night on the yacht—Xia Yanxin was utterly unprepared and very resistant... For some reason, she always thought of that night aboard the Empress, when closing her eyes, it felt as though she sank to the bottom of the sea again, seeing those ghastly bodies floating in the water. It was simply the most terrifying nightmare of her life.
