Long Linger walked towards the cockpit and saw a familiar figure steering the yacht. He was wearing a casual suit, and beneath his bold short hair, a pair of silver sunglasses covered his face. It was none other than Yeh Huang, whom she missed dearly in her heart.
No, this must be a dream, because the man she loved most had been shot, and was now lying in the emergency room, having no time to come out for a casual stroll with her.
She reached out and pinched her own cheek hard. Emma, it hurts, seems it's not a dream.
At this moment, hearing the commotion behind her, Yeh Huang switched the yacht to autopilot and turned around.
Seeing Long Linger looking at him with a puzzled expression, it seemed she had been pondering about him for quite a while.
"Why not sleep a little longer? It's still early, it's only six o'clock now!"
