ly dark eyes were already burning with a fiery passion without him realizing it.He lifted her small hand and placed it lightly on his lips, a subtle touch that brought out a blush of pink ambiguity.To..."I don't think you lack the mind for it, but rather the ideas. I wonder what Tong Yimo has given you that makes you so devoted to her." Lian Huasheng couldn't help teasing him.

Cold Night asked calmly, "Do you need a reason to love someone"

Lianhua was speechless and had no choice but to give up.

Several days later...

Australia, a golden beach somewhere. A vacation cottage.

Because she overslept, Tong Yimo simply ate both breakfast and lunch together. After putting on her sunglasses, she lay down on the white lounge chair in the front yard, basking in the sunshine near noon.

When the sea breeze blows in from the surface of the sea, it carries with it the salty taste of seawater and the earthy scent of the beach.

After arriving in Australia, Leng Ye Chen gave her a seven-star luxury presidential suite at the hotel he had reserved for her, but she didn't stay there. Instead, she found a seaside guesthouse to live in.

These days, she hasn't gone anywhere, just staying at this guesthouse, occasionally helping the landlady with Chinese-English translation.

The proprietress is a local with blonde hair, blue eyes, and white skin. She is in her late middle age and very kind. She has a daughter studying abroad in China, so she relies on her daughter to promote her homestay there. As a result, most of the guests staying at her homestay are Chinese people.

"Wow—there's a mirage! Let's go to the beach and have a look!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed in his ear.

It was past eleven o'clock when Tong Yimo just took off her sunglasses and was pulled up from the lounge chair by guests at the guesthouse. They walked out of the courtyard together to watch the spectacle of mirages.

Upon reaching the beach, Tong Yimo simply took off her sandals and carried them in her hands, walking barefoot on the golden, fine sand.

The sea breeze ruffled her long hair, and her skirt swayed gracefully with the wind.

On the shimmering sea surface in the distance, mirages were indeed appearing. However, Tong Yimo was not very interested. Instead, she started searching for seashells, taking one step at a time.

When she saw a purple seashell half-buried in the sand, she was delighted and walked over to pick it up. Just as she was about to bend down, a fair hand snatched the shell before her.

"Hey, I saw this first!" Tong Yimo said with a huff.

"Smoke!" they all cried out in unison.

Smoke!

Who is Yan'er

Tong Yimo stood straight and, after taking a good look at the man's appearance, reached out her hand directly to him: "Give me back the purple seashell."

The man held a purple seashell tightly in his hand, but stared blankly at Tong Yimò.

"Hey! Are you deaf" Tong Yimo saw that this man didn't speak, so she raised her hand and waved it in front of the man's eyes.

The man came to his senses and was visibly moved: "Yāner, after so many years, I never expected to meet you again at the place where we first met."

"..." Tong Yimo was rendered speechless by his words.

This man was wearing white casual clothes. He had a noble bearing with jade-like thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a glossy crew cut. However, he had fair skin, which is more common in Westerners. He looked like those mixed-race celebrities on TV.

But…

But in his eyes, there was a glimmer of hope for something.

When this man strolled towards Tong Yimo, Tong Yimo instinctively took a step back.

He stared at her for a long while, the glimmer of hope in his eyes fading bit by bit, replaced by a faint trace of melancholy.

The man let out a disappointed sigh, as if to himself: "What's wrong with me"

"That...are you alright" Tong Yimo saw that the man's expression had just shifted from hope to disappointment, so she asked concernedly.

The man chuckled wryly, blushing slightly and saying, "I'm sorry, I got the wrong person."

His Chinese is very British, he doesn't look like someone who has lived in China for a long time.

Tong Yi Mo raised her hand and pointed at the purple seashell in the man's hand, then asked, "Sir, this purple seashell, I saw it first."

"This one" The man subconsciously looked down at the conch shell in his hand, a slight upturn of his thin lips. "Who saw it first is uncertain, but I picked it up first. This purple conch shell is very important to me, I can't give it to you."

"Well then, forget it!" Tong Yimo spread her hands and shrugged nonchalantly.

As she turned to leave, the man suddenly asked, "Wait, I'd like to ask, what's your name Could we be friends"

"I'm just here on vacation." Tong Yimo answered without hesitation.

Her implication was that she meant "refusal".

The man chuckled softly. “I’m here on vacation too.”

"Aren't you a local" Tong Yimo subconsciously questioned.

The man nodded slightly, “Mmm,” and added, “I’m British, but I’m half Chinese. My mother is Chinese, and my father is British.”

"Oh! If you don't have anything else, I'll be going now." Tong Yimo smiled and waved her hand.

And with that smile, she once again captivated the man's attention.

This girl resembles a smoker.

Especially her eyes.

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