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; a man's patience is limited, and dragging things out for even a day was a significant risk.
After waiting for more than an hour, just as Wu Miaoyi was thinking the man wouldn't come again, a refined male voice suddenly rang in her ear, "Miss, please have a drink."
Wu Miaoyi was delighted, turning her head to see the refined and reserved man from two days prior. She feigned composure and smiled. "What a coincidence."
"It is indeed a coincidence," the man nodded.
Wu Miaoyi accepted the wine glass. After observing the red wine inside, she took a small sip. Her brow furrowed involuntarily before quickly smoothing out again.
"Which country are you from?" Wu Miaoyi asked.
"Ri Sheng Country," the man answered truthfully. "And you, Miss?"
"I am one of the Huaxia People," Wu Miaoyi replied calmly.
