The next day, Wu Miaoyi didn't come.
On the afternoon of the third day, Wu Miaoyi returned to the beach. She didn't delay for too long, for a man's patience is limited; even drawing things out for a day was quite risky.
After waiting for more than an hour, when Wu Miaoyi thought the man would not come again, suddenly, a refined male voice rang in her ear, "Miss, please have a drink."
Wu Miaoyi was delighted inside, turning her head to see the cultivated and reserved man from the day before yesterday, and she feigned composure with a smile, "What a coincidence."
"It is indeed a coincidence," the man nodded in agreement.
Wu Miaoyi accepted the wine glass, closely observing the red wine inside, and took a slight taste, frowning involuntarily, then quickly unfolded her brow.
"Which country are you from?" Wu Miaoyi asked.
"Ri Sheng Country," the man answered truthfully. "Miss, where are you from?"
"Huaxia People," Wu Miaoyi replied calmly.