On the pitch-black surface of the sea, an orange yacht sped along, like a small sun emitting light.
After the boat had traveled a kilometer, Aldana Candi's initial anxiety turned into eager excitement.
Hilary Candi was steering, plunging into the deep black sea; the brilliantly illuminated and extremely luxurious island behind them gradually receded until it disappeared from their sight.
Aldana Candi held onto the edge of the yacht. The waves soaked her clothes, and even her hair was drenched.
Moist and icy mist enveloped her, but she didn't feel cold at all at this moment.
The fire of hope ignited her warmth. Her fingers clutched the side of the boat as she turned her head to look at the sea behind them. The island and the palatial villa had vanished behind them, as if they had flung everyone on that island far away. The chains that had bound her for so many days seemed to suddenly break free, and Aldana Candi's body trembled slightly with excitement.
