George understood that the deserted island they were filming on was neither too big nor too small.

If the young madam really had never left the island and something had happened to her on the island, having more people would help find her faster.

However, the director didn’t understand and was shocked: "Ah? The whole crew stops working...?"

Before he could finish, the man in front of him had already grabbed the director by the collar, nearly lifting him off the ground, his eyes cold as ice, causing alarm: "Yes, search the island for me."

*

After coldness and fear came endless exhaustion.

Jiayi had been keeping herself in a squatting position, hugging her knees, half-asleep, half-awake.

She thought the rumbling noise overhead was a dream.

It took a long while before she woke up alarmed.

This sound...

Whatever it was, it was good to have some noise!

Her heart nearly leapt out as she scrambled to her feet, her legs numb from staying in one position too long. She stumbled and fell to her knees, the pain causing a cold sweat to break out!

Now she couldn’t care to check her injuries, enduring the pain she leaned on a rock to stand up, vigorously waving her hands towards the sky:

"—Is anyone there—I’m here—"

She recognized the noise, it was the sound of propellers.

It seemed like—a helicopter.

A strong beam of light from above swept downwards, as if the co-pilot on the helicopter was searching below.

Could it be that people from the film crew noticed her absence or perhaps Mommy noticed she hadn’t come home and called the police to look for her?...

Her voice, however, was drowned out by the wind and the whooshing of the propellers.

The people on the helicopter obviously didn’t notice her.

Slowly, the sound of the helicopter grew fainter, as if it was flying further away.

She couldn’t believe the helicopter was leaving, she continued to shout loudly: "Don’t go...I’m here..."

Until the sound of the propellers completely disappeared, she realized that the helicopter had indeed gone!

The light scattered, and the surroundings returned to a lonely darkness.

She leaned on the rock, slid down, and could no longer hold back her tears, squatting down, hugging her knees.

This feeling was a hundred times more desperate than before, like seeing a lifeline only to have it snatched away!

She rubbed the tears, crying so hard that her will broke down, cursing while clutching at the corner of her clothes, "Huo Zhenyang, it’s all your fault, if I die miserably here, I won’t let you off even as a ghost..."

As she cursed, her crying weakened again, "Huo Zhenyang, you’d laugh at me for being stupid, even delivering costumes could make me disappear..."

She felt like she might really die, why else would that man’s name fill her mind at a time like this?

She didn’t know how long it was before she heard a noise from far away, footsteps.

She thought it was just a hallucination, but slowly, the footsteps grew clearer, closer to her ear.

People were talking: "The helicopter heard some movement just now, it’s from this direction."

Hope surged back in her unexpectedly, she wanted to shout, but found her voice was hoarse, the words she spat out were so low even she couldn’t hear clearly, she didn’t even have the strength to get up.

Luckily, this time, the footsteps didn’t stop, drawing closer and closer to where she was.

A beam of flashlight shone down, landing on her.

"Boss!" someone exclaimed with surprise.

It seemed that knowing she was found, her whole body relaxed, and her strength was also drained completely.

Along with that call for Boss, her vision went dark.

Then, her ears were filled with frequent and hurried noises.

Not until she opened her eyes, through the small window beside her, could she faintly see the sea of clouds and the city’s buildings about to dawn, realizing she was already on a helicopter from the island back to the city.

The familiar face of the man appeared before her eyes. Seeing her awake, his anxious and worn-out expression was wiped away in an instant, his eyes deep and intense as if restraining an overwhelming surge in his heart.

After confirming it wasn’t a dream, she was somewhat surprised, yet not unexpected.

She felt herself embraced by his arms the whole time, tightly encircled in his arms.

His strength was great, as if he was afraid she would slip away from his arms.

Her limbs hurt from the fall because of his force, but for some reason, she didn’t cry out in pain. Rather, she preferred to endure it, wanting him to hold her tightly like this.

She admitted that although she was angry with him, she was addicted to his embrace, a thought that started a few months ago when she was put in detention until now.

At this moment, she didn’t want to argue with him.

All of her anger and resentment towards him, everything, would wait until they got off the plane...

Now, she didn’t want to go against her body’s wish, just wanting to be held properly by him, treated and coaxed like a child.

Just about ten minutes ago, she had fiercely shed tears and cursed him many times, but when she spoke, only a few weak words came out: "You’ve come..."

Feeling her hug him tightly, Huo Zhenyang’s arms enveloped her even more tightly, face bending down, his warm thin lips lightly touching her smooth forehead: "Does it hurt anywhere?"

Just after he had carried her out, a doctor who came with the film crew hurried to check her, finding many bruises on her hands and legs, but these were just superficial wounds; a thorough check would still be needed back in the city.

Honestly, she nodded in his embrace, her voice somewhat husky: "It hurts everywhere."

His adam’s apple moved, filled with self-loathing and regret.

It was he who forced her to work at such a remote filming site in the middle of the night, causing her to end up hurt like this.

He couldn’t stand anyone hurting her a bit, but in the end, it was he himself who had carelessly caused her to be hurt time and time again.

He immediately relaxed the strength in his arms, fearing that he might touch her wounds and cause her pain, and soothed in a low voice: "We will see a doctor when we return."

He used "we," not "you."

This little detail warmed her heart, and even her aching limbs felt much more comfortable. She obediently nodded and then said: "I want to sleep for a while, is that okay? I’m really tired; I’ve been afraid to sleep just now, worried that people wouldn’t be able to find me."

His heart felt as if it had been slashed. Before he could reply, the little figure in his arms had already wriggled her butt, finding a comfortable position, closed her eyelashes, and automatically entered a sleeping state.

This guy really always knew how to enjoy.

He chuckled, his eyes darkening again, tightly wrapping his blazer around her to avoid touching her abraded spots and causing her pain, gently enveloping her, and did not let go for a long time.

*

When she woke up, it was noon of that day.

After a sound sleep, her spirits returned.

Jiayi sat up and took a look around the familiar surroundings.

It was his bedroom.

He had carried her back to the Huo Mansion at Disheng last night.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, her foot touched the floor, sharp pain shot through her, she hissed, and quickly retracted it back!

At that moment, a graceful figure pushed the door open and entered, quickly helping her lie back down on the bed: "Hey, hey, you have an injury on your foot, don’t walk around these days."

Jiayi recognized the person as Qiao Yongyong.

Qiao Yongyong knew what she wanted to ask: "Last night after returning to the city, he took you to the hospital for a full-body check, then carried you back here. Don’t worry, it’s just some skin abrasions, and your left ankle has some soft tissue damage, but it’s nothing serious. Just rest well these days, change the dressing regularly, and try to stay off your feet."