Although it was noon, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the rain poured down incessantly. The raincoat was completely useless; the warm, wet raindrops fell on her body, but Shen Li didn't feel cold at all.
As if fleeing, Shen Li took the elevator straight down to the first floor. The rain was too heavy, and it was still daylight. No one was in the open-air dance floor on the first floor. Without letting the butler and maids follow her, Shen Li walked past the dance floor and straight to the railing by the boat's edge.
Huo Siyu's uncle, the Island of Death...
Unable to articulate her feelings, Shen Li simply looked up at the sky, the sea breeze blowing on her, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.
"What a beautiful lady, why are you here alone?" Suddenly, a man's voice sounded from beside her.
