The return journey involved taking a boat after getting off the plane…
Chi Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the boat, barefoot, hugging the railing with her hands and letting the sea breeze blow her long hair wildly.
Yes, she was no longer afraid of boats, no longer afraid of the water.
In the past, her fear of boats and water stemmed from her dread of facing that terrible night.
The man she once loved the most was also the man who had hurt her the deepest.
Gradually, in the distance within her sight.
The ones she still worried about the most were the two children.
Xiao Tian, she was not too worried about, but what about Xiao Guai?
Without her mother by her side, how would she cope?
On the distant deck, Xiao Mo was treating Gong Xize's wounds.
Lifting his clothing revealed that he had really lost too much weight, and his back was full of wounds that had festered. It was hard to know just how much torture he had endured.
