Upon hearing Ling Yao's words, Ling Feng's body trembled, as if struck by lightning!
He could not describe his feelings — ecstatic, blissful, and with a profound warmth.
Especially when he saw Ling Yao's gaze as gentle as water, Ling Feng felt his heart would melt.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ling Feng said, his voice shaking, "Sis..."
"Don't call me 'sister' anymore; call me Yaoyao."
Ling Yao had already understood Ling Feng's intentions for bringing her here, and she spoke casually.
"Calling you Yaoyao is fine, but I'm used to calling you sister," Ling Feng said with a wry smile.
"Whatever you prefer, call me whatever you like," Ling Yao replied.
"Alright."
Ling Feng took a deep breath. At this moment, his mind was in chaos, overwhelmed by a sense of colossal happiness, leaving him somewhat blank.
After that, both of them fell silent, gazing at the distant sea, listening to the waves lapping against the hull, and remaining silent for a long time.
