Ning Guiwan vanished behind the door like a wisp of smoke.
Quan Yu chuckled to himself but wasn't in a rush. He stood a while longer on the top deck, assaulted by the sea breeze.
The mysterious red moon hung overhead, casting a faint red glow. To the man, the moon over the sea seemed much larger than it did over land. The dim red light reflected in the depths of his eyes, adding an enigmatic touch to his indifferent, glass-like pupils.
He'd lived for thirty-two years and, indeed, had never lowered himself like this for any girl.
He wanted to confine her to his side, yet selfishly wished she would comply willingly... But she was no ordinary girl. She had experienced things many others might not in their entire lives, with locks around her heart and armor plating her body.
