"Nothing much, just a friend's issue, but it's all sorted out now, nothing serious." Not wanting her to overthink, Jiang Hai found an excuse to brush it off.
Always trusting his words, Veya didn't press the matter.
"As long as it's resolved. Did you tell Asheng about the 9 a.m. flight tomorrow?"
Jiang Hai nodded, "I did."
"My dad called earlier to remind me. He hasn't seen Asheng in a long time and insists on having Asheng visit him." Veya laughed.
Jiang Hai echoed with a hum, but the worry in his heart hadn't dissipated.
...
The refreshing sea breeze blew, causing ripples to spread across the shimmering sea.
In the distance, a small blue boat was drifting on the water.
Under a colorful parasol, a woman sat cross-legged on a rocking chair, one hand supporting her head and the other holding a fishing rod.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement from the rod, and her wrist gradually felt sore.
She lazily put her free arm on the railing and stretched lazily.
