But that night.
He clearly mocked her for becoming a busybody after becoming a mother, his words full of disapproval.
Lu Xining lowered her eyes, tugging at her lips; she couldn't understand the man's thoughts.
Memories felt like an inescapable net; just thinking about them gave a suffocating feeling. Lu Xining got up, returned to the bedroom, and continued packing the items in her suitcase, starting to prepare for the makeup and dress for the formal dinner.
After a while.
The sound of the Royal Cruise setting sail echoed, deep yet distant.
Lu Xining stepped onto the balcony outside the bedroom, her expression calm as she watched the dock slowly fade away, curious about what would happen in the next seven days and nights.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ji Muye lay in bed.
Ma Sai was changing his bandages.
The wound wouldn't heal in just one night's time.
Yet he still couldn't rest easy with Lu Xining boarding the ship.