After a night had passed.
The downpour had ceased, and the sky above the sea was rapidly changing.
A layer of grayish-white clouds, like wisps of gentle smoke, flitted across the much calmer sea surface.
From the dispersing clouds, bunches of green and a streak of open blue sky appeared.
The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, like sparkling pillars of light, casting upon the island that was still redolent of scorched earth.
The sound of rustling leaves—
A few branches, still bearing raindrops, swayed in the salty sea breeze of the early morning, sprinkling onto the soft sandy soil.
A few drops of rain landed on the crimson cheeks of Wang Yuyan, the icy sensation causing her eyelashes to tremble and she woke with a start.
Seemingly realizing something, she immediately turned around to look at Jiang Dali, who was almost entirely hidden under the roughly constructed shelter made of huge banana leaves.
