Gu Ran kept asking himself what he should do, but a split-second decision became a matter of life and death.
In the end, the thought that "the island is so big, no matter where you hide, Mrs. Jing will find out it's an island" prevailed.
It seemed like a rational reason, but in truth, he was just scared.
The dragon's claw gently scooped Zhuang Jing from the sea, and the seawater trickled through the gaps in the claws like slender waterfalls.
The Dragon Wings flapped, the sea surface concaved like a plastic film, and the Black Dragon shot up into the sky like a cannonball.
Before the Black Dragon landed in the Small Stone Pond, Zhuang Jing had already woken up in the dragon's claw.
"Is this Sunlight Island?"
"Yes."
Zhuang Jing surveyed the island.
If food, water, and lodging were assured, many people would be happy to be surrounded by nature, and the island in front of her was just such a perfect place.
