It started drizzling this night. Xiao Meng and Xiao Nan played for most of the day and went back to their rooms early.
The rain poured down continuously, very lightly, without thunder or wind—not worth mentioning compared to the violent typhoon storms encountered previously on the deserted island overseas.
Yang Fan couldn't sleep. Holding a can of beer, he sat on the balcony, sipping slowly, leaning against the back of the chair, watching the gray sky outside.
Unable to sleep, Yang Fan lay there with his eyes closed.
Half an hour later, Chu Qing and Shanji hurried over and stood behind Yang Fan.
"What's wrong?" Yang Fan opened his eyes and glanced at the two behind him. Their expressions were very serious. Had something happened? Yang Fan put down the empty beer bottle in his hand.
