November on the Floating Island is enveloped in the damp and cold sea fog.
At 5 a.m., a massive cumulonimbus cloud drifted over the island, unleashing a torrential downpour.
The drizzling rain washed away the dust and sand from the cobblestone paths, cleaning the ground, rooftops, and sky to an exceptional degree.
At 6 a.m., Lu Xiaoyou drew aside the curtain, glancing at the scene outside through the raindrop-covered glass.
Through the filter of rain and glass, the outside view resembled a hazy impressionist oil painting.
At this moment, the morning sun had just peeked over the horizon, its pale golden rays incapable of dispersing the fog clouding the island.
Lu Xiaoyou was wearing a classic Baroque-style robe, she stretched lazily and turned to the bed.
She bent down and placed a kiss on the man's forehead.
"Little Liangliang~ Good morning~ Today we can finally leave here~"
Lu Xiaoyou pressed the switch on the bed, releasing the manacles that restrained the man's feet.
