Yan Ting lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. "Just endure it a little longer, there are only two more hours until we dock."
Banxia was fraught with anxiety and felt alone and helpless. Hearing his words, an inexplicable ache welled up in her chest.
"Mm. Got it!" She forced a calm tone in her reply, then listened as the sound of heavy footsteps faded away from outside the door.
Two hours later, the yacht finally docked. By then, it was around ten o'clock in the evening, and the coastline was aglow with bright lights.
Guests full of revelry disembarked one after another. Luxurious cars followed in procession, navigating the coastal road toward the city.
After changing out of her gown, Banxia put on her simple everyday clothes. She deliberately waited for most of the guests to disperse before she slowly stepped out of her room.
Unfortunately, she was still blocked by Qing Lin.
