Lin Wanwan pulled Xiao Yixun to a relatively flat rock on the cliff to wait for the sunrise, while Xiao Chong stood ten meters away from them, upright and tall. If you looked closely, you'd see he had one hand behind him and was holding a wineskin in the other.
In the distance, the maid keeping watch over Lin Wanwan and Xiao Yixun.
The scene was quiet for a moment; no one was in the mood for conversation, just quietly waiting for dawn.
Who knows how long it had been when the morning sun suddenly leaped up from the horizon with the sound of bamboo kindling exploding.
In a short time, the darkness completely receded, and the sea surface shimmered with golden light.
Standing at the front, Xiao Chong, with his back to everyone, seemed to be enveloped in an aura, becoming a part of this breathtaking sunrise scene.
The fluttering of his clothes and the loose strands of his hair danced in the wind as if he might fly away with it at any moment.
