This is a deserted island. After more than a week of searching, Shen Yujie still managed to hire a boat...
This was also the third month since she was infected with the deadly virus, the second month of her marriage to Long Lingli, and the second month of their separation. Stepping back onto this island, memories of the past were vivid.
There are too many memories on this island, sweet, bitter, and sorrowful ones.
The moment she landed, she thought she had come to the wrong place. It was completely different from three months ago.
There used to be armed soldiers standing on the pier, neatly parked military-green jeeps, tightly packed barbed wire, and the monotonous sound of drilling.
Now, it's eerily quiet here, with moss growing on the concrete roads, nourished by rainwater, wild grass grew luxuriantly on both sides of the road, almost covering the pavement. There were no human sounds, only the crisp chirping of birds.
