Tang Fei paused at the entrance, taking in the view.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Between both her lives combined, this was the first time she'd experienced such luxury in such a peaceful setting.
As an assassin, she'd seen beautiful places, but always through the scope of a mission, never as someone allowed to simply enjoy them.
Huo Ting Cheng looked at her instead of the sea. "Yes. It's peaceful," he said quietly.
She turned to him, but he was already setting his phone aside on a nearby table. "You should rest first," he said, his tone soft but firm.
"Not really. I want to go down there, to the shore. I can't stay still..." Tang Fei's eyes were drawn back to the water, the pull of it almost magnetic. Even though it had darkened, the moon hung high and there were lights illuminating the entire place.
The sound of the waves grew clearer as Tang Fei walked toward the shoe rack near the door.
