Although Wang Han had made sacrifices, she didn't come away empty-handed.
She got the answer she wanted. Those two women who had caused her to be comatose for years were finally in her hands, ready for her to deal with personally.
Time flew by, and Tang Rao's injuries gradually healed. The Harvest Festival was over, and most of the people from Feixi Island had registered to return to their respective islands. However, a small number of people, aside from exchanging goods and attending the auction of West Island treasures, were waiting to see if they could find any more fortuitous encounters on West Island.
Tang Rao put on a new set of clothes and walked out of Wang Han's boudoir, basking in the sunlight, feeling more comfortable than ever before.
"Tang Rao, are you not pretending that your body hasn't recovered today?"
Tang Rao thought he could come out for a walk at this time without running into Wang Han, but he didn't expect Wang Han to be waiting outside, luring Tang Rao in.
