The guy who writes went camping on a deserted island, and if nothing like typhoons, tsunamis, or missing the car happens, he'll be back on Tuesday night. Happy holidays to all the kids, eat more fruits, remember to go out in the sun when you can, and get some exercise~
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Hang Yishao supported Fei Qing as they got off the yacht; it was already daylight. After a sleepless night, he staggered down the gangway, unable to steady his own feet.
Once Hang Yishao found his footing, Fei Qing on his shoulder continued to moan and babble drunkenly. He didn't look back but could feel a gaze like that of a wild beast fixated on them from behind.
A strong sense of defeat, that same intense feeling of defeat, Hang Yishao really didn't like it. But the people he'd recently met and the events that had transpired always managed to evoke this damned sentiment.
"Ah Qing," Hang Yishao placed Fei Qing in the car and urgently patted his cheeks.
