On the island, it was just the two of them, free to do as they pleased.
Their daily routine involved enjoying delicious food, spending sweet moments together, and, importantly, training.
After the past few months of training, Ou Lan was not at all afraid of hardships and had built a solid foundation, learning new techniques particularly quickly. Her progress over the last half month had been many times faster than before.
Zhan Moxiao had always said she was gifted in this area; once the foundation was laid, she would continuously improve day by day.
Half a month later, Ou Lan had become like a sharp weapon forged by Zhan Moxiao. He was extremely satisfied with her attack speed and responsiveness.
On the morning they were preparing to return home, Zhan Moxiao, as usual, made breakfast and then called Ou Lan to get up and eat.
After breakfast, while waiting for the helicopter, he confessed something to her.
