Beep————
With the sonorous sound of the steam whistle, a ferry brimming with tourists slowly set sail from the harbor.
The striking blue hull was gleaming in the rising sun.
Even from the training camp on the hillside, one could see it very clearly.
The day after the Ocean Festival, the current returned to normal, and the route to Yong'an Island was reopened.
Nevertheless, many tourists chose to stay, lingering in this peaceful paradise that calmed their spirits.
On the seventh floor, inside an office.
Two silhouettes stood in front of a window, gazing at the scene in the direction of the harbor.
"Spirit, I'm sorry to have put you through this."
Watching the ferry moving further away, Zheng Hongxin suddenly spoke in a deep voice.
Chen Jiandong's shoulders trembled slightly before he shook his head, saying:
