The night wind brushed past, their hair gently scratched against their face, tickling them.
Since the arrival of autumn, the temperature had dropped a lot.
Lu Xiu knew An Yeran's habit of sleeping with the window open, so during her deep sleep, the window was always left open.
There was a high tower on the small island, a good hundred kilometers away from the European continent.
Lu Xiu bought this island two years ago.
Surrounded by the sea on all sides, the island was beautiful.
At the top of the tower, if you raised your eyes, you'd see a vast blue sky and sea.
Even with the window open, Lu Xiu was not worried that An Yeran would escape.
The tower was more than sixty meters from the ground, equivalent to a twenty-three-story building. The only door at the top was made of the toughest iron material, and it was so solid that ten adult men could not shake it.
During the first year of An Yeran's departure, Lu Xiu thought about buying an island for his sister.