Lai Yang was truly worried. She had chatted with Zhang Ziyan for just a short while the night before, then Zhang Ziyan left. Lai Yang waited and waited for Ning Guiwan to return but didn't give it much thought. She wasn't a child, after all; how could she be lost?
After eating, she wandered around looking for the person she wanted to meet, searching every high-class leisure facility on the cruise ship. The man she remembered dressed in vintage, meticulous clothing. He was like someone who had stepped out of a painting—a well-off young master who had returned from overseas during the China period. Surely, he wouldn't be found in ordinary places.
But the result was disappointing.
To be honest, after such a long time, she had begun to forget the man's facial features.
But she was sure that when she saw him again, she would definitely recognize him at first sight.
When she returned to the first-class cabin, it was already midnight.
