Song Miaomiao went over too, snapping pictures with her phone.
Liu Shiting sat under a beach umbrella, sipping a drink with a smile on her face.
Jiang Silu leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant horizon, feeling a sense of peace.
Lu Fan walked over to stand beside her and asked softly, "Are you cold? There are jackets on the boat."
Jiang Silu shook her head. "I'm not cold."
"How are your preparations for the competition coming along? Has Teacher He been helping you?"
"Yes, Teacher He gave me a lot of advice." Jiang Silu nodded. "My thoughts are much clearer now. Thank you."
"That's good," Lu Fan chuckled. "Just tell Dad if you need anything."
Jiang Silu murmured, "Okay," and said no more.
But she seemed to have something she wanted to say, yet held back.
The yacht sailed for about an hour before stopping in a bay.
The sand on the beach was white, fine, and soft, and the seawater was crystal clear.
In the distance, a few small, verdant islands dotted the sea.
