After shaking off He Yingdong's spies, Li Jiaqi felt a wave of relief wash over her and floored the accelerator.
She was like a small bird breaking free from its cage, racing towards the direction of her beloved...
Sometimes, she really wanted to elope with him, no matter the cost.
The dense forest quickly retreated behind her, the sea breeze ruffled her slightly messy short hair, revealing her delicate, fair face, and a pair of clear eyes filled with excitement.
The air she breathed into her lungs was sweet and refreshing.
Soon, she arrived at her destination.
It was a desolate beach.
The waves crashed against the shore, and she stopped the car, gazing out.
In the faint twilight, there was nothing but emptiness between sea and sky, and no sign of Huo Siyuan.
Her phone suddenly rang, she glanced down—it was He Yingdong calling.
She curled her lips slightly, tossed the phone onto the car, and paid it no mind.
