Behind her were the lights, the faint glow casting a gentle halo around her whole figure, her light-colored pajamas rendered semi-transparent by the lights, so beautiful.
Knowing her for five years, already quite familiar, yet that person always amazed him as if it were first love at first sight.
When will I be able to be with her again?!
Xiao Qian, I’m here watching you, do you know?!
Luo Xiaoqian withdrew her gaze from the distant sea, her gaze inadvertently swept across the beach, and easily caught the figure on the shore.
He stood in a darker area, only able to barely discern a vague silhouette.
Yet, it was that silhouette that made her unable to look away.
That figure, so unfamiliar.
Luo Xiaoqian recognized almost immediately that it was the chef, and she straightened up sharply.
The clues before had already made her suspicious of him; seeing Leng Zimo at that instant, she only felt as if struck by lightning, a feeling rising from her heart.
As if her heart were suddenly moved.
Why does my heart always beat so fast whenever I see him?
Biting her lip, Luo Xiaoqian turned and left the terrace.
Watching her figure disappear from the terrace, Leng Zimo gazed at the empty terrace, only feeling his heart suddenly become hollow.
Turning his face, he stared at the terrace for a while, and when Luo Xiaoqian didn’t reappear, he turned and walked back to the beach by the large stone and sat down again, this time facing the sea.
She must be tired, ready to rest.
Before this, he would always personally prepare a glass of juice for her; now, he wants to, but dare not easily cross the minefield.
At this time, he needs to be even more cautious.
Yesterday, he had already been caught once by Luo Ke; he cannot act recklessly, otherwise, if Luo Ke grows suspicious, it might result in a loss.
Raising his hand, he took out the starfish she gave him from his pocket, grasping it tightly in his hand, and unconsciously drew on the beach with his right hand.
With a few simple lines, he easily outlined Luo Xiaoqian’s image.
Inside the villa, Luo Xiaoqian carefully walked downstairs, especially cautious when passing the second floor.
Fortunately, she reached the main door without seeing Luo Ke; the guard at the door saw her and nodded politely.
"Madam."
"I’m going to take a walk by the beach," Luo Xiaoqian said casually.
"I’ll accompany you," the guard replied.
"No need, I won’t go far, just want to get some air."
"Then be careful, call me if you need anything."
The guard didn’t pay much attention, these days, Luo Ke had always shown a liberal attitude towards Luo Xiaoqian; naturally, he wouldn’t restrict her freedom. After all, the island wasn’t that big; she couldn’t go anywhere else.
Luo Xiaoqian stepped down the stairs, walking straight towards the shore, standing by the sea for a moment, then followed the shore, heading towards Leng Zimo.
On the sand, Leng Zimo had already erased the image of Luo Xiaoqian and was writing notes on the score he had drawn.
With his face slightly turned, he hummed the melody at times, wrote a few notes on the sand at others, then shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied.
In the darkness, his face wasn’t clear, yet that focused expression, that posture, was too familiar, as though she had seen it countless times.
Luo Xiaoqian bent down to take off her shoes, then walked over softly and quietly, step by step.
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