The night passed quickly.
Meng Xi'er got out of bed as usual, had breakfast, and after that, a bodyguard took her to the speedboat, heading towards another public pier.
By the evening, the yacht docked in front of a massive cruise ship. She boarded the ship with the bodyguard's help, where Gu Huai'an was waiting. Seeing her, he nodded slightly.
Meng Xi'er remained silent. She took a few steps forward and looked down at the dock not far away where hundreds of people stood. She saw Lun You in a black suit, standing emotionless. His usually smiling face was now etched with frost.
Meeting again under such circumstances, Meng Xi'er couldn't articulate her feelings. She sighed softly.
This was fate.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd. A wave of black suited bodyguards parted, and a tall, cold figure emerged slowly. Meng Xi'er clenched her hand at her side as her gaze fixed on his face.