The helicopter hovered over the villa on Island No. 3 without landing.
Huo Siyu descended from the rope ladder, and Huo Tianqing also came out from inside the house.
Wearing a white robe akin to a nightgown that almost dragged on the ground, his black hair casually loose, he had the dazed look of someone who had just woken up.
A gentle breeze stirred the branches, causing the peach blossoms to sway, and pink petals fluttered onto Huo Tianqing, further accentuating his ethereal and handsome features.
The Peach Blossom Demon, with boundless beauty and elegance, yet showing to the world his sorrow.
"Are you leaving?"
Huo Tianqing asked, his voice calm but with an undertone of hollowness.
It carried the hazy confusion of someone half-asleep, and a touch of childlike naivety.
"The night flight," Huo Siyu said, his gaze directed at Huo Tianqi.
