The night had enveloped the entire island in darkness, eerie like a scene from a horror film.
After paying the yacht fee, Ji Anning leapt from the yacht and followed the concrete path towards the heart of the island.
Approaching the villa that stood alone, bathed in light, she slowed her pace, stopping at the entrance.
"Sister Zhang..."
A familiar female voice suddenly came from inside the house, causing a sharp and painful sting in Ji Anning's heart.
Once, that voice had always been so gentle and kind to her, filled with tenderness and care.
So it's often said that the truth is cruel.
"Miss Anning."
Suddenly, Sister Zhang emerged from the house, standing in the doorway. She stared at Ji Anning for quite some time before recognizing her.
The old woman was very surprised.
"Anning!"
Hearing Sister Zhang's call, Yang Yufang came out of the house excitedly. She glanced outside the courtyard gate before quickening her pace with excitement.
"Anning."
